St. Vals gone and past, business has slowed down a smidge. The Valentines Hogsmeade Weekend was a blast, o’ course, and we were full up! Now we’re just plannin’ for the next major event. Our birthday.

It being Thursday, I’d usually be at the Maison, working in the lafeteria, but Fred and I switched, seein’ as my usual helper’s got lessons. So instead I’m working the Wheezes, putting up a new display.

I hear the bell over the door, announce in its usual raucous tone that we have a customer coming in and look over to see our very own Kiggs.

( Refills )

Fred’s doin’ figures at home and I was gonna make some lobe loaf, but we’re clean outta ground beef. So that means I gotta go to the store and get some more.

While I’m here, I decide to pick up some other essentials, including a little bit of sugar to sweeten up the temperament of my special wake-you-right-up-or-else coffee. Probably won’t work, it’ll just make it smile while it punches you, but hey, who doesn’t wanna see a smile in the morning? Besides, sometimes it takes a good belt to get you going.

I’ve got the family pack of ground beef in my basket, a bag of sugar, and a bottle of juice concentrate, and turn the corner between two aisles.

Well, I know what I want for dinner now, I think as I look halfway down the aisle. A bite of Kiggles’ shoulder. I rub my hands together and start to creep forward, intent on taking a little nibble, but then pause, mid-creep. I remember how she was when Fred and I last kidnapped-kidnapped her. That owl she sent left both our heads spinnin’ for quite some time. Still how many people gnaw on Kiggles’ shoulder?

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