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[Feb. 11th, 2010|12:05 pm] |
[Warded to Miriam]
Hey, so...I don't know what kind of Valentine's Day plans you might have. Probably something brilliant involving your friends and going out someplace fantastic, but you don't get tossed in Gryffindor without being willing to take a chance here and there. And after all, the worst that can happen is that you'll say no, right? Okay, probably not the very worst. I mean, you could say no by coming over here to punch me in the face, or by lighting the end of your broom on fire to write "Gideon Prewett is a Dirty Sheep-Fancier" with smoke in the sky above Diagon Alley. That would be worse.
But just because I couldn't not even try (ignore the complexities of the double negative there), I am now telling you that on Valentine's Day, I have volunteered to watch my horde of nephews. While I'm pretty competent to do that, I'm also realistic enough to recognise that there are 5 of them, all of whom require pretty constant supervision. So while it's hardly romantic - or maybe because it's hardly romantic and obviously would be an utterly lousy strategy for getting in your pants and therefore I'm holding onto hope that you can't get too cross with me for even suggesting it - I figured I'd ask if you wanted to come over for dinner and hang out with us a bit. Pizza and ice cream? And Molly will doubtlessly leave some kind of cupcakes. Or pie. She likes pies.
So yeah. That was it. If you've got something better to do - and let's face it, it would not be hard to find something better to do than hang out with me and the Weaslings - that's cool. Just thought I'd give it a shot.
[end ward]
[Warded to Molly]
Alright. I asked Miriam to help me out on Valentine's Day. And if she says no (which she probably will do) I'll ask Hope just to come over and give me a hand (which she probably would). So either way, you don't have to worry that it'll just be me and the troops.
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[Warded to Pepper, Frank, Fil, Hope, Felicity, Dorcas, and Fabian]
So I asked her to come help me babysit on Valentine's Day. It's a long shot. But I figure it at least shows I'm still thinking of her, right? Not too likely to make her hate me all over again?
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| Warded to Weasleys/Prewetts |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|09:41 pm] |
[Warded to Weasleys/Prewetts]
Okay, here's your official notice: I am volunteering to watch kids for Valentine's Day. You all just let me know what your plans are, and I will operate Kid Central at the Burrow. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|01:01 am] |
[Warded to Molly, Arthur, and Fabian]
Dorcas says it's a good night at the Hogshead, so I'm gonna head down there. Some combination of you should come too. Cheers!
[end ward]
[Warded to Hope]
Hey, I hear there's a good crowd at the Hogshead tonight, and I think I'm going. Want to come along? I don't know about you, but I could use a touch of escape.
[end ward]
[Warded to Miriam]
I'm told it's a good night at the Hogshead, and I'm dying to get out of the house. Meanwhile I figure Hope probably needs to get out of the house, so I'm trying to drag her out with me. And I probably owe you a beer and then some. So if you'd like to drop by the bar tonight, it would be nice to see you when I'm not bleeding. I know I'd said you should keep your distance from me and all, and if you stick with that, that would be very sensible of you, or if you just still hate me a little bit and want to tell me to go to hell...any of that, really, I'll understand. It's just that I got an invitation to go to the pub, and the first thing that popped into my head was asking you, so I did.
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| Order of the Phoenix |
[Jan. 31st, 2010|03:37 am] |
[Warded to Order]
For anyone not aware yet, the werewolves hit Tinworth last night. Octavius Pepper was attacked, for sure (I just got word from Damocles Belby) but I don't know what other kind of trouble there might have been. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2010|08:44 pm] |
[Warded to Frank]
I hear rumours that you're off tonight. Let's go somewhere with beer. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|04:17 pm] |
[Warded Private]
I am not by nature a worrier. I don't let small stuff get to me. I'm not irrationally paranoid. In fact, I am almost certain there was a time when I was an easygoing bloke who hardly ever worried about anything.
And now I feel like I don't do anything else. I worry about Hope. I worry about my brother. I worry about my sister, and her kids, and our parents. I worry about Miriam and I worry about Dorcas and I worry about the whole bloody Order and I worry about the world in general. And every now and then, when I get a minute, I worry about myself, too.
How in the hell is it that I'm still going to work, helping Molly with dinner, and functioning like a normal human? Is it possible for not going crazy to be a sign of going crazy?
[end ward]
[Warded to Hope]
If you get a chance, just check in and let me know you're doing alright. And if you want company or want to get out of the house or just want to blather over journals, I've got shag all to do and I'll be happy to be there.
[end ward]
I'll admit it: vampires creep me right out. They don't creep me out as badly as hags do, but all the blood-drinking and the night-stalking and all just sets my nerves right on edge. They're uncanny fast and strong and half the spells I know couldn't do more than put a little dent in one, and that quite frankly makes me nervous, especially given that a lot of them still consider me food.
You know what creeps me out a lot worse, though? People who will deliberately hunt down one of the good ones and kill him in the most horrifying way imaginable. People who'll torture and kill a man just for printing something they don't like. Vampires make me nervous, but people like that make me nauseous. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2010|02:39 pm] |
Warded to Fabian:
Been trying to figure it out, and I finally decided I'd just ask: You want to do something for your birthday tonight? If you're just not feeling it, I get it. Just didn't want you to think we'd forgotten. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2010|07:49 pm] |
Warded to Miriam:
Please make sure the wards on your place are in good order, and keep them up all the time whether you're there or not. Lock your doors, lock your windows, don't open them for anybody you don't know, and make sure you use a safety question before you let anybody in. And if anybody comes around asking you about me, you tell them I'm an arse, I treated you like shite, and you hope I die. Please. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2009|02:22 am] |
[Warded to Fabian and Molly]
Okay, so we need to have a little tiny gathering on the 12th. Not really like a party - just you two and significant others plus me and Dorcas, basically. Board games and biscuits kind of thing. It's the night of the DMLE Holiday Party, and Dorcas asked if we were doing anything. I think she needs some distraction, which of course I can't blame her for. She's done a really good job of not letting losing John wreck her, but I think she knows the Holiday Party that he ought to be at is going to be too much for her. Think we could provide an escape route for her? |
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[Nov. 16th, 2009|02:46 am] |
[Warded Private]
I'm so bloody good at matching everybody else up. Too bad I'm shite at romance for myself. But there's not any way to take it back at this point, is there? What's done is done. If I went crawling back now, she'd probably just tell me to fuck right off, which would really be pretty smart of her. Any kind of explanation I gave her would have to be pretty close to the truth, because otherwise I've got no way to explain that she would actually believe, and I'm putting us both in a lot of potential trouble whether she believes me or not.
But good Merlin do I miss her. I thought it would be better by now, but it's really not. It is, but it's not a lot better, and every time I see her handwriting or Felicity worries about if Molly's going to like her or not I just miss her a little more. I nearly saw her die at the masquerade, and it felt like my knees were shot out from under me.
Do I try? It's pretty much for sure the selfish thing to do. If I really loved her, I'd let her get on with her life and forget all about me and do my best to keep her safe. It's just really bloody hard to be unselfish and not care that she hates me when I'm watching everybody else in the whole damn world be happy.
[end ward]
[Warded to Molly]
Are you awake?
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
[Warded to Marlene and and James]
Somehow I'd always thought that if I went to Atlantis, it would be to see the pretty fish, marvel at the Fountain of Flowers, and lose money at the roulette tables. Unfortunately, it seems we're to hunt horcruxes. Good times.
So, James...can your wife work out the transport for us? I figure we're going to need a couple days, at least, to scour everything we need to. Which means we're going to need a place to stay, too. Ideas?
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[Warded to Fabian]
My head hurts. Probably because I got my nose broken. Know what would help? If you got me a chocolate bar from the kitchen.
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| Warded to Dorcas Meadowes |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|02:03 am] |
[charmed to ring like a bell until read]
I'm so sorry, Dorcas, and I know there's not a damn thing I can say that'll help, but I need you to just tell us that you're alive. If you don't, you're about to have a vampire chasing you down across the country. Just give me a little scribble, and if you want I'll leave you be - or if you need somebody, I can be right there. |
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| Warded to the Order of the Phoenix |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|01:44 am] |
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Check-in post: just chime in and let everybody know you're alive and well enough as soon as you can. If you know of somebody who can't respond, update us on them. |
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| Warded to Fabian Prewett |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|02:07 am] |
[Warded to Fabian Prewett]
Guess who has a major thing for you?
If you are curious, meet me at the Hogshead - back booth, in the shadows, quit worrying - because I still have 3/4 of a pint of stout to finish.
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| Warded to Peter Pettigrew |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|08:47 pm] |
Hey Peter. If I were to order a cake RIGHT NOW, would it be possible to have it ready for pickup on the 30th? It's for Molly. I was supposed to ask you about a week and a half ago and I failed to, and if I don't make a cake appear, then my sister will cry and my brother will kill me.
Help a man out, Peter. |
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| Warded to the Order of the Phoenix |
[Oct. 3rd, 2009|11:33 pm] |
Question: Journal silence for me, Fabian, and Dorcas? Can Fabian and I even go back to work? Is going the same place on any kind of regular basis going to be incredibly stupid? Not that I can go anywhere right now anyway, but eventually they think it likely I'll walk again, so...can I actually walk anywhere besides Molly's garden undisguised?
Short Version: The Death Eaters know who I am. What the hell do I do now? |
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| Warded to Order, in the wee hours of the morning |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|03:39 am] |
[Warded to Order]
Thanks, everybody. I'd have bought it if not for you lot.
Sorry we didn't manage keeping the shield. |
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| Fixing a Hole |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|07:23 pm] |
It's easy to forget when we're all worrying about Death Eaters that we still have to worry about the ordinary criminals of the world. I was going out for drinks with a couple friends last night, and one of them got mugged on his way to the pub. It's a crazy, fucked up world we live in.
For anybody who knows Benjy Fenwick, he's doing fine but he got hit from behind with a major Confounding hex and got the cash he was carrying stolen. He's not physically injured outside of a little bruising and a knock to the head, but the Healer said he's going to be right out of it for a few days yet. Frank and Alice Longbottom are with him for the moment, but if anybody else wants to volunteer to look in on him and help out, he'll probably appreciate it when he's got his senses about him again. |
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| Warded to Greta Catchlove |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|12:08 pm] |
First: Benjy's going to be just fine.
He was coming out to meet me and Fabian and Frank at the pub because I was having a lousy night, and he got mugged. He's okay, but he got hit with a pretty major Confounding hex and he'll have to spend the next couple of days at home getting over it. Frank and Alice are looking after him right now, but I figured somebody ought to let you know. Once again, he's not hurt really badly, but he's really disoriented and talking kind of crazy, so don't panic if you show up to check on him and he starts claiming to be a Knight of the Round Table or something. He should be fine by Tuesday or Wednesday. |
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