Fridays are bomb. Who can deny? School ends, weekend begins, dates with the honey are splendid, and you hope while you're leaving your house alone that the house-elves you know truly exist somewhere will come clean it for you. Yep.
Well we went out last night because we have other plans tonight. We ate at Snake Bite, a great little hole-in-the-wall that actually way too many people know about, because, well, it's delicious. We wandered stores somewhat aimlessly and talked and our hands cuddled and then we went home.
*The house-elves didn't come.
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