What’s On Your Bucket List? (things to do before you die)
1) Doing the commentary for the Quidditch World Cup.
2) Team up with Gideon and use polyjuice potion to impersonate each other for a day, and see how many people notice that anything's different. My bet is that Arthur, my father, and Minerva McGonagall, if we happen to run into her, will figure the game out pretty quickly, Mickey, Amelia, Rosy, and at least Billy and Charlie will realize that something wasn't not quite right. Molly and Ted will be completely oblivious.
3) See at least one (but with luck a rather large majority) of my nieces, nephews, and potential future offspring make it onto a Hogwarts Quidditch team. I don't care what house they play for, I just want to see them out on the pitch.
4) Shag Cybèle Peltier Meet Miss Peltier after a match, get her autograph, and see if she'll kiss Ellie for good luck.
5) Own a top-of-the-line racing broom. It's not that there's anything even remotely wrong with Ellie - she is the best broom in the entire world and I will deliver swift and merciless punishment to anybody who dares say a word against her - but it'd be great to have something flashy for matches or quick getaways or the like.
What’s On Your Regrets List?
1) Lucy Macmillan.
2) Not at least showing up for trials when the Falcons were recruiting for their reserve team. It's not like I'd have had to join, even if I'd been accepted, but it'd be nice to know at least whether I could've made it or not, instead of wondering about it for the past eight years.
3) Missing the birth of my sister's twins - I was on assignment for the Order and Molls wasn't expected to deliver for a while yet, so I thought I'd make it back in time. She ended up having them a bit early, and by the time I made it home the boys were a week or so old and already causing trouble.
4) Being more than a bit horrible to Rosy when the two of us were... apart. He didn't deserve that.
5) Avoiding my father as much as I did in the five years between leaving Hogwarts and my mother's death. Yeah, I hated that woman and couldn't stand being around her, but I love my dad, and the only thing he ever did to "wrong" me was marrying that harpy. And as I have that little "mistake" to thank for my life, it's not like I can hold that against him too much. I needed my dad during those years, and tried to make do with Arthur instead, but more importantly, my dad needed me, especially when Mum was dying, and I wasn't there for him. I can't forgive myself for that.
And I can't even think about how horrible it would have been if my father had been the one to die instead of my mother. I'd have spent years cutting him out for no good reason, and I'd never have had the chance to get him back.
What’s On Your Kitchen Counter?
1) A cookbook full of basic recipes aimed at bachelors that my sister "accidentally" left behind on her last visit.
2) A tin of slightly burnt, but still frankly delicious biscuits my nephews baked me. Anybody who says their family is better than mine is just empirically wrong.
3) Ellie - I was halfway through buffing out a scratch on her handle before I decided to turn in last night.
4) The half-empty bottle of butterbeer Gids left out a while back that I've been too lazy to chuck out.
5) The potions flask I used to make coffee in this morning when I couldn't find a clean mug.
What’s On Your Nightstand?
1) The copy of Quidditch Through The Ages my father gave me for my eighth birthday.
2) Essence of valerian root, for when I'm having trouble sleeping.
3) The thank-you letter Billy sent me after I gave him his new cauldron.
4) A smooth, palm-sized stone I picked up on the beach in Spain - a little souvenir from the trip Rosy and I took there.
5) Our most recent family portrait, complete with Dad, all his children, his son-in-law, and his five grandsons. We all look so happy.
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