I FOUND THIS BLASTED PACK OF PARCHMENT BENEATH MOONY'S DRESSING ROBE.

Along with MOONY'S packet of parchment. That was in the cupboard in the front hall. Wonder how it got there.

This could be why nobody has been saying or doing anything.

Moony, entertain me, for I am wishing for a ravish or two.

I've been ordered out into the hall while the nurses tend to Moony's wounds. I...I could have lost him, it could've been the last time I saw him, on Friday. He might not have come back ( Read more... )

MOONY!

Oh God, he's left. I told him he should go, since I know he wants to help so much, but...I don't...

I just want to see him come home alive.

I love you, Remus.

Bloody hell. In St. Mungoes, lying on this bed in a ward that smells like disinfectant and dead flobberworms ( Read more... )

can't bloody see-so sick---mad-eye gonna be mad---moony, moony, going to be ill and throw u

eugh, remus, need you, 'm scare

Not feeling well. Don't think I can stand at all. Oh shite, things are going bla--

Hey, Moony. I'm sitting in my office, on prolly the only break I'll have the entire day. Apparently the brawl at the Dove? Attacks. All of 'em, so we're going through the paperwork ( Read more... )

Y'know, perhaps I should actually do something with this book---er---journal of mine. If not, McGonagall will skin me alive for sure. There was a purpose for using this...thing, whatever it is, of course, but I can't remember why ( Read more... )