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012. No More Curses You Can't Undo Left By Fathers You Never Knew...
{Private}
I'm afraid that we are going to have to start a running tally of the dead, injured, marginalized and wrongfully fired soon. Edgar Bones, all of the aurors, Jack Sinistra, and I'm sure that isn't the end of the list. I have also started worrying about my friends even more than usual, as I know they all have the tendency to do daft and crazy things that get them in trouble, and lately, daft or crazy is enough to get oneself killed by a hitman.
The only positive thing that has come out of all this is that it makes it so ridiculous to worry about even vaguely selfish problems that I can't mentally justify such behaviour. It isn't as though I could if I wanted to, with so many other things to worry about that will have effects far more significant and widespread. Accordingly, whether some daft little thing I've been fretting over for ages actually means anything is hardly worth worrying about when the ministry is offing its own employees.
The fates of Fanny Price and the goings on in Mansfield Park, however, are thoroughly worth my concerns, and I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to hear a word to the contrary.
Half moon tonight, which means we're three quarters of the way through the cycle. I never really start dreading it until the half moon before the full, because I never really start feeling it until the week before the full moon. The night before and the day after are the worst, of course, but the week leading up to it is never a picnic. But then, my friends are there help me through this now, so I hope things will be a bit better once we get the dynamics sorted out. It's been a bit weird at first, but partly just because I'm so bloody scared of hurting one of them. I couldn't forgive myself if something happened, but at least now they know what they're in for.
I just hope they don't feel trapped, or like they're stuck doing anything they don't want to do because they've found themselves caught up in a friendship with me. I just hope it's worth it.
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{Private to Marauders}
If this is what they do to ministry employees after one makes an attempt on the minister, I certainly hope he isn't attacked by any werewolves.
By the way, how did your radio appearance go, Sirius?
Christmas holidays ended far too soon. Would anyone like to recommend a good English Romantic or Gothic novel? I just finished reading Carmilla and found that I would rather like to read something else from that genre.
{Private}
I'm afraid that we are going to have to start a running tally of the dead, injured, marginalized and wrongfully fired soon. Edgar Bones, all of the aurors, Jack Sinistra, and I'm sure that isn't the end of the list. I have also started worrying about my friends even more than usual, as I know they all have the tendency to do daft and crazy things that get them in trouble, and lately, daft or crazy is enough to get oneself killed by a hitman.
The only positive thing that has come out of all this is that it makes it so ridiculous to worry about even vaguely selfish problems that I can't mentally justify such behaviour. It isn't as though I could if I wanted to, with so many other things to worry about that will have effects far more significant and widespread. Accordingly, whether some daft little thing I've been fretting over for ages actually means anything is hardly worth worrying about when the ministry is offing its own employees.
The fates of Fanny Price and the goings on in Mansfield Park, however, are thoroughly worth my concerns, and I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to hear a word to the contrary.
Half moon tonight, which means we're three quarters of the way through the cycle. I never really start dreading it until the half moon before the full, because I never really start feeling it until the week before the full moon. The night before and the day after are the worst, of course, but the week leading up to it is never a picnic. But then, my friends are there help me through this now, so I hope things will be a bit better once we get the dynamics sorted out. It's been a bit weird at first, but partly just because I'm so bloody scared of hurting one of them. I couldn't forgive myself if something happened, but at least now they know what they're in for.
I just hope they don't feel trapped, or like they're stuck doing anything they don't want to do because they've found themselves caught up in a friendship with me. I just hope it's worth it.
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{Private to Marauders}
If this is what they do to ministry employees after one makes an attempt on the minister, I certainly hope he isn't attacked by any werewolves.
By the way, how did your radio appearance go, Sirius?
Christmas holidays ended far too soon. Would anyone like to recommend a good English Romantic or Gothic novel? I just finished reading Carmilla and found that I would rather like to read something else from that genre.