Will do, Gin-o-mine. I should warn you that next week will likely be the last movie night at my place, at least for a while. It's a bit difficult to have guests over when you don't have anywhere to have them over to.

The short version is that I quit the Statesman today, and my lease runs out on the 15th of this month. I doubt I'll be renewing it, so I'll be looking for a roommate.

Gin, I don't want you going spare over this. Between my job and some commissions (the Bastard's wedding picture, for one), I have a very nice nest egg in Gringott's. If I can find someone to room with, I ought to be able to live on it for most of a year.

Maybe I'll finally have a go at being a professional artist. I've always wanted to, so maybe this is just the nudge I've needed to give it a try.

Love,

Dean

Dean-

You know if you need a place to crash, Orchard's Gate is always open.

You're a brilliant artist. I'm sure you'll be fine.

And you know I'm going to worry. It's what I do.

-Gin

Thanks for offering up your couch, but I think I'll just get a room at the Leaky until I find a roommate. I appreciate the invite, but you and Luna have finally made a place for yourselves. I don't want to take that from either of you.

Oh! I just received an owl carrying good news. Really good news. Actually, I was mauled by an owl bearing good news.

Pop over some time this weekend so I can tell you all about it. If you need any further motivation, there will also be prezzies!

Dean-

Presents? Are you mad? You just quit your job.

And I won't take no for an answer. You need a place to stay, I have a place to stay, you stay at my place. I will pull out the Weasley-Woman-Hand-On-The-Hip trick. Ask Fred. It makes grown men run in fear.

You were mauled by an owl? Are you alright?

I probably won't be able to see you until Tuesday. Damn Mungo's. But I'll expect an explanation, sir. A large one.

-Gin