No apologies necessary, I asked. I would've thought the first task on their agenda would be to assess the severity of the curse. Not waste weeks on statements and other bureaucratic nonsense. It leads me to wonder how any work gets done there at all. Do you think all of the apartments are as backwards as the Department of Mysteries?

I have this upcoming Sunday and Monday off, though I suspect my parents are going to insist I accompany them to church. They're devout believers, and if I were being honest I would have to say I still don't understand how my elder sister, Earth, converted them. A miracle, perhaps.

The short version is my twin sister's husband was trampled by a carriage in early January. The long version requires at least one drink to unravel