I roll over and groan. A wet kiss greets me from the other side of the bed. Susan must have bought some sort of clover perfume …

“Bloody hell!”

( At first I think I must have done something to pissed off a mobster or something because there’s a horse head in my bed. )

I hold my wand ahead of me, ducking low to go through yet another support beam opening. I can’t believe this was all made by Muggles. Well, to be fair, it wasn’t entirely Muggle-made. I mean if it had been, it would never have survived the Blitz. Sure, the major grunt-work was done by Muggles; toting cart after cart of yellow bricks, mole-like, into the dark chasms of the earth on some crazy roller coaster-like contraption, mortaring them together while fighting off the ever-present fear of cave-ins. But oddly enough, it was Gellert Grindelwald who cast the Support Charms on the tunnels during World War Two. Otherwise, London would have been a much different city.

( Now of course, don’t get me wrong. )

I bought one of those pre-stuffed turkeys this morning. I can’t imagine having my arm shoved, elbow deep up a turkey stuffing bread up … Well anyway, gross. I look over to my tofu turkey. I know Susan would have eaten it with me but she likes Easter and it’s only right she should have her favourite Easter meal. I slip them into the oven wondering how in the world someone got tofu to look like a turkey. That must be some spell.

( I dump red berries into the pot... )

I tried to ring my father last night. I have no idea why I would need his permission for something like what I'm about to do. But I do. Not that I got it. Hell, I don't even know how I'm going to say the words, let alone have them come out at all romantic.

( My hand wraps protectively around the item in my pocket. )