Sally McKinnon's Journal

12:40pm: Andrew came back today with a prospective house in Hogsmeade. I told him we'd floo out to see it tonight, at which point he got very shifty eyed and told me that it was being used for other purposes during the evening hours.

I think he wants me to move into a house of ill repute! Merlin. I may sleep have slept around, but I don't think that I'm quite that bad. I don't understand why he won't just look at the lovely house down the road from the broomsticks. It is a tad expensive, but with the sums he's been making recently, I don't see why we can't afford it.

What else did I do today? Oh, I cleaned house. Small, shacklike house. All sparkling clean. Andrew's having "the boys" over tomorrow night, though, and it will be a tarnished jewel after that.