Smashing, of course. I couldn't even put sliced mugwort into a bollocky cauldron this afternoon without blowing it up.

I've already gone up and drawn the curtains, or I'd say let's meet in the secret room.

She certainly doesn't wish to be fussed over about this. I'm rather sure she's in favour of pretending it never happened, in fact. I'd go so far as to say she's relieved to be rid of our it.

And it wasn't my body so I'm not permitted to feel anything, either, it would seem.

Oh, I say. I'm frightfully sorry. I shouldn't be burdening you with all this.

I'm perfectly all right, obviously.

-Justin