1. Yes, you may call me, Siri.
2. I DO BELIEVE IN COMMAS, I DO, I DO. I know I suck at grammar, but I find it so adorable when Remus tries to correct me.
3. Ah, The Edmund Incident. Okay, so I'm completely smashed, right? And I'm talking to this... Girl? ...guy? Anyway, I'm talking to this really cute Ravenclaw and we were, you know, flirting I guess. And I thought we were really getting somewhere. But cue Ed, the poor nerd. He really liked the... Um... Person (it's embarrassing that I can't remember their gender). And so he tries to pick a fight. I remember a few punches, but ot all went black after that. I began sobering up around trying to hide him in the forest. I think Aragog ate what was left of the poor chap. And remember, that, my children, is what we call an URBAN LEGEND. It never happened to any extent that you can prove. I hope.
4. Well, Bella's going to sing, Dumbledore will be the priest/minister/old dude, Lilypad's the Maid of Honor, and Jamie's our Best Man. I can't wait. Look at me, I'm all jittery just thinking about it. Remus and Sirius Maturity Black-Lupin.
5. I cannot wait to raise her to be a good little prankster. I've always wanted a little girl. Their minds are so maleuable. She'll be hiding dungbombs in no time. Although, if Rem has his way, she'll also be reading Yeats. Oh well.
We are calling her Wednesday, after the daughter from The Addams Family. I love that show. (Little known fact: Sarah, the girl who is actually typing, was born on a Wednesday.)
6. I love my initials. Thank you, Jo, where ever you are. She plans these things so well. My mother was, in fact, a bitch, as anyone whose had to listen to her portrait can tell you. Also, the son of a bitch is a dog. And, it's just badass prankster initials.
7. IML. Firewhiskey kills throats. Bleh. I actually had lime cherry chipolte juice yesterday, and I was like, HOLY CRAP THIS IS LIKE NON ALCOHOLIC FIREWHISKEY!
8. Oh, everything! The snogging, the fighting, the madlibs, the group sing alongs, refrencing everything that we want to. I love this place.
9. I kick him in the balls with combat boots and run.