take me to my country home...

I was doing so well this term. I was getting my work done, I was having fun with the other Ravvies, and my sock kit was coming along splendidly. Where would I ever have time to be homesick amidst all that?

And then, suddenly, almost everything was over. My kit is virtually done, I'm on top of (and, if I may brag, even ahead in) my homework, and now there's nothing on the horizon. All I can think about is what I'd be doing if I were home right now: the snowball fights with mum, the cancellation of the muggle schools because of the weather, all of that stuff.

I love it here, really I do. But right now I can't think of anything better than being home with mum, playing Sudoku puzzles while watching a bad episode of CSI on TV. Possibly with a cat on my lap. Last time mum sent an owl, she put in this picture of Jasper wanting to talk to me:



How could I not miss that?