(Handwriting is slanted, and rushed. End of sentences dribble off, as if the writer’s hand was very heavy to lift off the paper. Entry written late night on the 17th.)
Me? Oh.. Warm. Feeling very warm. But I'm tired too. You? How are you?
Do what? Talking about the death? The paper stuff? Don't worry... Minister is doing plenty now. No thanks to yours truly and my big effing mouth. Yeah. It's lovely. I get to live with Charlie... you know? I wonder if he's gonna make me sleep on the floor.
Oh... I don't know if I'm allowed sleep. Bugger. Better try to get enough tonight. Gotta run! I Love you! But not like you love Seamus.
No! I'm not with Charles. --Who's Charles? I'm packin. Lots of clothes, and my boots, and my...stuffs.
What is who doing? My mouth? uhm....
Oh! Aye I had a talkin with the Minster and he made me live with Charlie. Never talk to the Minister. He's an arse.
Sleep? Well, see, it's his bed. He'll be doing what he likes. But if he thinks we're going to share it again, he's wrong, cause he is a blanket-hogger! He don't got a couch.
I am sleepy... but I gots to pack. One bag, two.. who knows.
Seamus is a poopyhead. Hes getting all the love of a different sort. Hahaa.
Do take care of youself. I know you live in Ottery St. Catchpole as well, is your home warded? I could have Bill stop in to check them, or better yet Remus or Severus.
Private to Fleurbluemoon_loonJuly 18 2006, 21:59:17 UTC
Fleur,
I'm glad. You've been very kind to me... I want to take every opportunity to do the same.
Oh, not Professor Snape The house is warded, thanks to Dad and Seamus. We'll be okay. You be safe, too, and I'm sure you will be. But do let Dad or I know if ever you need anything? Even if you just need a little company. We're not so far away.
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-CW
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It's the least I could do. Until I find out what the most is.
~Luna
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-C
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Me? Oh.. Warm. Feeling very warm. But I'm tired too. You? How are you?
Do what? Talking about the death? The paper stuff? Don't worry... Minister is doing plenty now. No thanks to yours truly and my big effing mouth. Yeah. It's lovely. I get to live with Charlie... you know? I wonder if he's gonna make me sleep on the floor.
Oh... I don't know if I'm allowed sleep. Bugger. Better try to get enough tonight. Gotta run!
I Love you!
But not like you love Seamus.
Hey! Be safe.
Tonks~
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What do you mean? What are they doing and what does it have to do with your mouth?
I knew it. Tell him to let you sleep in a bed... or a couch, at least.
You be safe too. And get some rest... you seem very sleepy. I can't make much sense from your note.
I love you too... and not like I love Seamus.
~Luna
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I'm packin. Lots of clothes, and my boots, and my...stuffs.
What is who doing? My mouth? uhm....
Oh! Aye I had a talkin with the Minster and he made me live with Charlie. Never talk to the Minister. He's an arse.
Sleep? Well, see, it's his bed. He'll be doing what he likes. But if he thinks we're going to share it again, he's wrong, cause he is a blanket-hogger! He don't got a couch.
I am sleepy... but I gots to pack. One bag, two.. who knows.
Seamus is a poopyhead. Hes getting all the love of a different sort. Hahaa.
Good night!
(Heart, Heart, Heart)
Tonksy
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Do take care of youself. I know you live in Ottery St. Catchpole as well, is your home warded? I could have Bill stop in to check them, or better yet Remus or Severus.
~Fleur
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I'm glad. You've been very kind to me... I want to take every opportunity to do the same.
Oh, not Professor Snape The house is warded, thanks to Dad and Seamus. We'll be okay. You be safe, too, and I'm sure you will be. But do let Dad or I know if ever you need anything? Even if you just need a little company. We're not so far away.
~Luna
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