And I thought last week's embarrassment was bad enough, when Mr Malfoy informed me (in total disgust) of Fred and George's application to Magical Commerce to start their ridiculous joke shop. Luring his goddaughter into this foolishness, no less! As I informed Fred and George that night, he was extremely sharp with me because I had failed to give him any kind of warning before the meeting.

But oh, no, because I was called to the carpet again today to be confronted by another ugly surprise: this time Mr Malfoy ordered me to explain how my own mother managed to get herself wrapped up in this idiotic scheme!

Honestly, Mum, have you gone completely mental? If I understand Mr Malfoy correctly, you are not only purchasing the entire building, you're planning to turn it into, what, some sort of--of way station for wastrels and layabouts?! Do you intend to let the very dregs of society batten upon you?

And for what? So that you can call yourself a shopkeeper?