I always enjoy the beginning of spring, except for the cleaning part. None of my sisters are here to insist on it and yet I find myself doing a ridiculous amount of it.

Honestly how much clothing can one family possibly own? And that's just the clothing, that's not the books and the pens and the inks and the random accumulation of junk.

How does a stuffed badger burrow anyhow? Who would have made this ridiculous spell?

[A long-suffering sigh]

Whoever's on shift tonight, can you keep an eye out for grafitti? Thanks.

I thought that this particular spell would wear off once my siblings left, but it seems that I'm still changing age at the full moon.

Which is actually more useful than not, but it would have been nice during the ridiculous sand affair. Although the chances are good that it wouldn't have worked then.

Well.

Hullo, Merlin, surprise. It's still Edmund. Please don't be alarmed.

This is bloody ridiculous.

First off, I've been in this line for the past two days, because each time I get close I feel as though I have no right to go through until everyone else has.

And now it's growing slugs.

What are these things?

Rosella, where are you?

Is everyone adequately recovered from the weekend? Yes? Good? Because I have an important announcement.

Princess Rosella of Daventry, will you marry me?






Don't worry about your family they already said yes.








[ooc: yes, he's trolling her.]