Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story...

So which would you rather have, a miniature panda or a miniature kangaroo?

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and all of that to everyone. Hope everyone had a fantastic time and didn't end up handcuffed to your brother's displaced ex-girlfriend and got lots of wonderful presents. Christmas at the Burrow was as hectic and pleasant as always, especially with Serena and Ginny's roommate there.

anyone have any plans for New Year's? I was thinking maybe we could have some sort of party at the farm... we've got lots of space to get drunk and make out in, if anyone is so inclined. And maybe it would help cheer Fred up

Fred got me pigs.

I'm so excited.

Three of the cutest, cuddliest pink and black spotted pigs you've ever seen. And one lumpy abomination that I think is part troll.

( Here, I've got pictures! )

I didn't have time to take any so I had to draw them, but I think they turned out pretty stunning. Aside from being a little dirty from being in the pig pen all night. The first is me and my favorite, Oinktastic the Magnificent. The second is Fred and his pig, Lumpface the Bonecrusher. There's also Cottonhead and Ninnymuggins, but they look just like Oinktastic so I didn't draw them. You get the idea though.

I slept out in the pen with them last night to make sure they were adjusting to their new home all right and Oinktastic slept right at my feet like a good little piggy. He also chased Lumpface off when he tried to devour my foot whole.

Everyone should come visit them, I'm sure they'd love the company! I promise to bathe first.

Hell of a week, huh?

I hope everyone's doing all right after what happened at the bookstore. If anyone needs help with anything, just let me know. I should be out of the hospital as soon as I can sneak of without my guard noticing. As it is, I think Fred and I might bring back some of the security products we carried before but haven't really had a market for. Just... in case. Sound like a good idea?

( Parvati )

Well that was the most unpleasant thing I have ever done in my entire life.

The carriage ride was long and hot and smelly and took twice as long as it should have because I was terrified of blowing myself to bits on the way back. I also got attacked by a swarm of some kind of ridiculously loud insects that decided to feast of my soft, supple flesh and now I've got one hell of a rash and I feel like I may be dying.

Is a hundred and three degrees too hot for a normal body temperature? I can't seem to make any sort of judgment calls right now which is why I'm not even going to think about what the hell Fred's been doing with the shop while I was gone.

If anyone needs me I will be quietly dying, alone in my bed, with only my precious little puffballs for company in these final hours.

Sometime being a business owner kind of blows.

I am off on an arduous terrible long uncomfortable lame exciting adventure to pick up a load of exploding powder that is apparently at high risk of exploding at even the slightest provocation. If I don't make it back alive, I leave all of my worldly possessions to my favorite and dearest brother, Percy.

I'll miss you all.