Well, happy in the sense that I'm secure with you, at least. And if we don't manage actually happy, we'll have a meal together, just the two of us, and that's never bad.

Thanks, on the transcript. It's just - well, you know how when you write a word over and over, and all of a sudden you're sure you're spelling it wrong, even though you aren't? It's like that. If you say there's nothing to it, I'll trust you.

You're quite right on the difficult few months: I can't imagine living with that for so long. (Rather impressive she managed as well as she did, really.) I do feel particularly bad about the YPL counsellor position now, too. That, and the Gryffindor boys are the two I think are going to haunt me wondering if I made the right decision.

Right. Let me send a quick owl about the place I have in mind for next Saturday, and then I should be able to come down for the night, transcripts and all.