Wilfred has been simply wonderful and an odd mix of happy and sad since Yule. Also, my Great Aunt Cassie calls him   Willie   . Can you believe it? Speaking of Aunt Cassie, she has been most in our company since Yule. She has no children of her own and has officially named me her heir just like Wilfred did. She also hasn’t insisted I "move" to either Grimmauld Place or her house on the other side of London. Yet she and Grandfather Pollux (I have a bloody   grandfather) agreed that I’m welcome to stay with any of them. I have a feeling they’re devising a system to pass me along like hot chips over the summer. So long as I can live with Wilfred or bring him and Wheezy with me, I’ll be happy with any arrangements they decide. 