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[13 May 2012|07:42pm] |
Seeing as I am out of the hospital tomorrow morning, I plan to return to work Tuesday morning, and if any of my esteemed colleagues have experiments that have taken refuge in in my plants, I would appreciate it if they were shipped out at that time.
Especially if they are brains, Winifred. I understand that they like the soporific feeling that the plants give them but they're greedy about it. Not that I'm complaining (because, hah) but people with bodies need them, too.
[Warded to Amelia, Tia, Alice, Ava, Rosmerta]
Insofar as I plan on being public about returning to work, I am being not so public about still spending my nights at the hospital in Rufus's room. I don't trust anyone and I especially don't trust anyone with him, particularly if it's now common practice to openly issue ultimatums to people for patronizing places which hire muggleborns.
But I thought that you lot should know my plans.
Alice, if you've had enough of the kittens, I suspect that I will have plenty of time to make sure they're cared for. If nothing else, I'll deposit them in Cambridge so that they can rule the roost and boss Rufus's dogs about. I am not really sure that I'm going to renew my lease on the place in Diagon. It was a sub-let, anyway.
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| 020. |
[11 May 2012|10:21pm] |
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Well. This is fucking ridiculous.
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| 019. |
[08 May 2012|10:39pm] |
If you're in St. Mungo's and you heard a crash, it was me. Don't worry. I broke something. It was ... just going on and on. I couldn't make it stop until I dropped it on the floor.
But it will be replaced, I promise.
In the meantime, I'm told that fine motor skills are the key to physical healing. I was asked to draw something and the real tragedy is that I can't really draw anything.
( Doodle under the cut )
[Private]
This is killing me. This fear -- I WANT TO SPEAK OUT. Even amid all the tics and stutters and twitches. I'm terrified to speak but the desire ... my heart is torn to pieces.
And Rufus. By Godric, wake up.
You aren't hovering. You're going to wake up. You're going to be just fine.
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| 018. |
[06 May 2012|10:01pm] |
I'm awake. I would like to offer my thanks to all of the DMLE who put themselves at risk in order to come to my rescue.
However, at this time, please direct all of your thoughts toward my brother as he continues to mend.
[Warded to friends and family]
I'll be in the hospital for a while yet, as it is. And it's unlikely that I'll leave (much, if at all) until Rufus can leave on his own steam. If someone would look after my kittens and water my plants, I would be much obliged.
[Warded to the Fenwick family]
I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for Catherine. I'm sorry that she wasn't saved and I was. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you. And Melissa, she wants you to take good care of Lakota.
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| [ Posted around 7:00PM ] |
[04 May 2012|03:57pm] |
[written with a Dictaquill]
Wizarding world, this is a message from the Dark Lord, and his servants the Death Eaters.
We have Brutus Scrimgeour. We have Catherine Fenwick. They have been judged for for their crimes against wizardkind and found wanting.
Catherine Fenwick: a filthy mudblood who lays hands on decent witches and their infants, a position that should be open only to those far above her station. The Dark Lord demands that none of impure blood claim the fame and honour of serving as a healer or a midwife. Her punishment is pain and sorrow, inflicted by the Dark Lord's servants, being carried out even as you read this message.
Brutus Scrimgeour: a traitor to all decent blood who openly defies the Dark Lord and supports His enemies. The Dark Lord demands obedience and respect from all other wizards. His punishment is pain and sorrow, inflicted by the Dark Lord's servants, being carried out even as you read this message.
Both have screamed themselves raw, and feel in their flesh the power of the Dark Lord. No one can save them from their sentence, not even you, Rufus Scrimgeour, who dare set yourself against Him. In his agony, your brother has begged for you, but you cannot set him free. Only submission to the Dark Lord could save him, can save any of you.
Now that their sentence has been executed, you may retrieve Scrimgeour and Fenwick, to see what punishment their defiance has earned. You will find them here: [Surrey warehouse address]. Remember this chastisement when next the Dark Lord issues his commands.
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| 017. |
[30 Apr 2012|10:33am] |
I am half-loath to agree with vigilantes on any front - and I am likewise half-loath to suggest that anything like the interruption with the WWN is useful because others seem to employ the same means to a much different end - but. But.
This was both a timely and a well-received (at least on my part) response to this week's tragedies. Thank you, Order of the Phoenix, for acknowledging that life is life no matter the nature of the ideology and we should mourn it if we lose it. crossed out approximately an hour later.
Furthermore, if the anguish is too great or the load seems unbearable, please find someone to speak to. And if you don't have anyone -- or if you're afraid to speak to someone you know, you can always speak to me.
And if you'd rather do none of the above, I can owl you some sweet chestnut tea.
[Rufus]
Elm: Helps when your responsibilities overwhelm you. You feel depressed and exhausted and may lose self-esteem.
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| 016. |
[27 Apr 2012|04:37pm] |
[Department of Mysteries]
So. Because I can't think about anything other than disturbances ...
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
[Rufus]
I always assume that disturbances involve your team. Check-in, brother.
[Alice]
I would like to know that you are okay.
[Amelia]
We could move to Scotland.
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| 016. |
[26 Apr 2012|02:33pm] |
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I am over-caffeinated (I did not know that espresso exists! How glorious!) and all of my defenses have been lowered. You should ask me questions that I would not usually answer! ASK ME ANYTHING!
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