Well, my goodness

Percy announced at dinner that he's moving out of the Burrow. He's found a flat in New London. With a roommate. He's really quite excited about it, says the flat is quite lovely.

Well. I must admit, I didn't expect--well.

Children must grow up, after all. They must, or Arthur and I aren't doing our job properly. Still, I must admit this particular announcement caught me quite by surprise.

I--I suppose I'll have to see if I can round up some extra sauce pans and linens to help stock his new home.