You've got to be kidding me!

[alt_penelope]

I thought the point of the summer holidays was to actually have a bloody holiday!

My father has me endlessly dusting the sitting room curios and polishing drawer handles all day long. I don't think either would gather enough dust and tarnish since the last time I cleaned them three days ago.

If I can talk my father's owl into it, I think I might slip away with a friend for a bit, just to get a break. The floo powder jar is full, so a quick trip would hardly be noticed, I think.

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[alt_percy]

I wouldn't mind escaping my own family for an afternoon myself. I'd already planned on taking a trip to Diagon Alley this coming Friday since I want to get some new books. Would you be interested in meeting up at Fortescue's for ice cream? Say around 2:00 or so?

[alt_penelope]

Ice cream sounds much better than dusting. It's a date deal. See you then!

[alt_percy]

I look forward to it.

[alt_padma]

What, now that you've broadcast it to everyone?

[alt_penelope]

My father doesn't read his journal. He'll never know as long as the stupid doorknobs are shiny when he gets home from work.

[alt_percy]

It could be worse. You could have to muck out goat sheds.

[alt_gredforge]

So could you, as that's our job right now. But if you're willing to, by all means go ahead, clean to your heart's content.

You know, since you seem to like it so much and all, we should tell mum to assign it to you on a permanent basis.