Had rematch with nephew. Guess who won this time? Heh-heh.

Okay, so I shouldn’t be gloating over my victory. He’s only nine you say. But I am twenty-three! Ancient! I need my little bits of supremacy, incy-wincy as they may be.

Okay, here’s me stopping gloating now. Well, not much more gloating, anyways.

Oh, and my loser nephew (hehe) tells me a certain kid wizard with an owl, spectacles and testicles is back. Alert the nuns!

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