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[February 16] |
All moved in.
So. How about them Magpies?
WARDED TO THE ORDER:Not that I've ever been the voice of bloody reason, but can we all please just take a step back, breathe and process? We've just lost Benjy. I don't want to lose anyone else.
Remus? I trust you. You're invaluable. I'm glad you're here and you have my support.
But some people need time to process, yeah? And this isn't directed at you, Remus. Fabian Some of us say the wrong thing in the wrong situation. And we already KNOW trust is a sensitive issue around here. But we're all just fucking human, aren't we, and there's not much point attacking one another over the way we respond to crisis. People are allowed to be hurt or upset. And I don't think it's reasonable to dictate how or at whom they direct that frustration.
Benjy's only just died. I can't tell anyone why I'm sad outside of you lot. Can we try a little harder to give one another the benefit of the doubt? We'll all go mental if we don't have a safe space to say what we really feel. Or I will, anyway.
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[February 12] |
WARDED TO THE ORDER:I feel like it's going to start to look suspicious if one of us doesn't report Benjy missing. I was supposed to have drinks with him. He was my friend. Even if I wasn't in the Order, I'd know something was wrong by now.
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[February 09] |
To London: thank you for both the good times and the bad. Thank you for the filthy crowds, the incredible shops, thanks for the dirtiest, grimiest, unabashedly badass music scene. Thank you for your endless takeaway options, for your foul pubs, for Brixton most especially and for introducing me to the joys of leather jackets. Thank you for the dark cold nights, the broken water heaters and thank you for the most unforgettable (yet regrettably forgotten, thanks to your mind-altering substances) twenties any girl could ask for.
Robbie? I've found us a flat.
Hello again, Glasgow.
BENJY:Celebratory drinks to send me out? Tomorrow night?
You've been the best friend these past few weeks. Wouldn't have made it through without you, Benj.
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[February 02] |
WARDED TO THE ORDER:My brother is missing.
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[January 18] |
WARDED TO THE DMLE:I was wondering if I could have an update on the status of my brother's case. Are there any leads? Because there should be. At this point and with the way things have been, it shouldn't be some ambiguous question. It's obvious. WARDED TO ROBBIE:So when do you want to go flat hunting, anyway? Also, I was thinking it would be nice if we had a dinner. With dad and Irving and Fenella and Neil if he wants. But also with Fabian. If you feel the need to bring Joey, that's fine, but it would mean a lot to me if you'd agree to this. WARDED TO FABIAN:SO I have some sort of big news to tell you.
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[January 11] |
WARDED TO THE ORDER:HELP, PLEASE
I GOT AN OWL WITH HIS TONGUE, HE'S PETRIFIED AND HE'S LOST HIS FINGERS I DON'T KNOW
I CAN'T TAKE HIM TO MUNGO'S, CHARLOTTE, PLEASE, HE'S BLEEDING EVERYWHERE
oh my god he's bleeding and i can't take him to mungo's if they know it's me, if this is my fault, but my brother is going to die if i don't do something someone please
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| 030: january 6, 1979 |
[January 06] |
You go on a two-day bender, wind up blacking out for a few hours, spend two nights in solitary trying to work off your concussion hangover, and you come back to the end of the bleeding world -- or progress? Makes me think we've got more to fear from St. Mungo's than we do the Death Eaters. What are they teaching you lot over there? Knew there was a reason that Healers gave me the heebies (technical term, that is).
WARDED TO ROBBIE:So, I'm thinking I should head home tomorrow! I don't want to be a nuisance and you have life and your penguins, who are excellent company by the way. Hey and, did that sound convincing? The bender? The blackout? The flippant remarks about what can only be described as complete and utter bullshit? WARDED TO MARY:Hey kiddo. Chin up, yeah? I know all about boys and their mental (or not-so-mental) brothers. The DMLE will get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, drink a lot. WARDED TO THE ORDER:I hope my explanation sounded reasonable without sounding staged. Also -- do we have a general consensus on Savage? Maybe I took the hit to the head a little hard, it's only I find it difficult to believe the Lestranges are still swanning about and they've taken SAVAGE into custody. WARDED TO JOEY:Hanging in there, my love? WARDED TO FABIAN:I'm going home tomorrow and my ribs feel a LOT better. So.
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| 029: january 2, 1979 |
[January 02] |
WARDED TO THE ORDER:hi i'm awake. sorry about that. hurts to write. fabian is kind of on my arm. he's asleep for a bit. i think that's for the best. WARDED TO ROBBIE:hi.
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| 028: december 31, 1978 |
[December 31] |
WARDED TO BENJY:I need a hug and a friendly date for New Year's. You're probably already taken, but if you're not: care to oblige an old friend?
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| 027: december 31, 1978 |
[December 31] |
WARDED TO FABIAN:So I'm back today! This afternoon, actually. The Brazilian Ministry are pretty lax, but it's a bit slow going through customs, so if all goes to plan I should be in around two. Plenty of time to get the celebrations started! I heard a bunch of the Order types are going to a pub together? I'm excited!
Anyway, will you be around to greet me? It's been SUCH a brilliant trip, can't believe an entire week has passed and I've barely spoken to you! It was busy. And insane. Brazilians are INSANE. They party almost as much as the Scots, only they mix beaches into it. Which, by the by, is not always a great idea. I nearly drowned twice! So all in all, an excellent time.
I've got a good dress, too. I think you're going to like it.
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| 026: december 27, 1978 |
[December 27] |
Greetings from South America! The beaches are beautiful -- so are the people. The booze is top-notch, too! All in all, an excellent vacation.
WARDED TO THE ORDER:What happened to Moody? Is everyone alright? I was at the Brazilian Ministry and couldn't check my journal while they sorted us out. My brother mentioned something but I just wanted to be sure and --
Anyway. I hope everyone's alright!
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| 025: december 21, 1978 |
[December 21] |
WARDED TO MOODY:I need your help.
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| 024: december 21, 1978 |
[December 21] |
WARDED TO ROBBIE:We need to talk.
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| 023: december 20, 1978 |
[December 20] |
If you attacked the ballet, you're a fucker. And a coward. And if you think the people inside anywhere near DESERVED to be attacked, not only are you a fucker and a coward, you're also lazy and ineffectual. Fucking wankers.
WARDED TO FABIAN:They're ruining my favourite time of year.
And Gideon doesn't want me to decorate, so just -- let's forget it, yeah?
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| 022: december 14, 1978 |
[December 14] |
EVERYONE WHO IS COOL! Prepare for the most awesome underground throwback party this side of 1963. FOR CHRISTMAS, obviously! Details forthcoming. It's going to be EPIC.
WARDED TO ROBBIE:ROBBIE! I have an idea! WE'RE THROWING A CHRISTMAS PARTY! WARDED TO THE ORDER:Order Christmas party: when, where and what should I bring? WARDED TO ALICE:Hi, Alice! I know you're probably busy, but I think I need your help. And I'm kind of embarrassed. Because I'm a pretty good gift buyer! But I think I'm at a loss with Fabian this year. Since it's different. Do you have any insight?
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| 021: december 13, 1978 |
[December 13] |
WARDED TO GIDEON:Hey! Want to go Christmas shopping with me? Not for Fabian, just in general. I mean, you CAN shop for Fabian, I only meant that, you know, I'd like to do something with you. Something that doesn't hinge on Fabian.
Am I making any sense?
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| 020: december 13, 1978 |
[December 13] |
You lot are worse than my nieces, who are five and seven. They've been shoved full of candy, Christmas baking and hot cocoa -- total fucking sugar high, it's mental -- and I'd STILL choose them over this bleeding journal system any day. Really? You're protesting THE NUTCRACKER. You are protesting a BALLET called THE NUTCRACKER. I think it's time everyone took a deep breath and looked at the bigger picture. Maybe even considered a hobby. Something that doesn't have to do with nuts. Or torturing muggleborns.
I asked Lou and she said ballets are for babies. I think that settles that.
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| 019: december 8, 1978 |
[December 08] |
So I was thinking.
We should have a Scottish week!
I mean, why the sod not? And we wouldn't have any namby-pamby plays, neither. It'd be a lot of throwing people about and drinking and haggus and drinking and GOOD Quidditch, naturally, and did I mention drinking? I mean, no offense to muggleborns or purbloods or ought, but all the celebratory weeks -- what's the point? Scottish week. THAT'S got a point. I mean, I'd HATE to be mistaken for an Englishman. And anyway, I've been trying to think up excuses to paint myself blue for eons.
Maybe I'll come up from under all my work this week and get planning. I should have a drink if I want to start.
WARDED TO ROBBIE:Oi, Evie and Lou are coming to stay with me from Friday to the Tuesday next for our annual pre-Christmas celebrations. Expect fairycakes and glitter and tea party invitations coming out your arse. If you want them to yourself for an afternoon, let me know. If not: you're free to tag about with us!
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| 018: november 23, 1978 |
[November 23] |
With all this sex talk, I've started to wonder: how do penguins do it?
WARDED TO GIDEON:Hey. How are you? WARDED TO NARCISSA:So. Remember that thing I asked you about? It's on Saturday. Do you have time to help me before then?
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| 017: november 9, 1978 |
[November 09] |
Everyone needs to feel better. Pulling double shifts at the WWN is giving me no MARLENE time.
WARDED TO ROBBIE:So. I was thinking of going to Dad's for dinner this weekend. Want to be a chum and prote come with? WARDED TO GIDEON:Thank you. It meant a lot.
I am going to get a dog. I think it would be good for me. I'd feel safer and I like the company.
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