I've barely stopped moving since I left the meeting. Took Mum and the rest to the Twelfth Night festival, then Mum to the Ball, then was dealing with the portkey crisis, and then today Percy, Charlie and I packed up and moved Percy's things to my old flat, and then mine home to the Burrow. Whew.

So I'm belated at this, but I wanted to say that if anyone had to step in Dad's shoes, I'm glad it's someone who I know will carry on his vision for the Order.