Early in the morning, before she wakes, Tonks's bedroom is filled with bouquets of violets and pale pink roses, spilling over the bedspread, the dresser, the bookshelves. Tucked inside one bouquet on the bedside table is an envelope containing a thin silver chain with a small pendant in the shape of a violet hanging from it, the petals formed from ( Read more... )

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Translated from the Russian.

Uncle,

I want to do something. To prove myself. Speak to Uncle Anton for me? Or at least let me go out with Fedya. I'm already being taunted by certain fucking arses and I won't have my family name spoken of in that manner. I want to be my father's son. I've a modicum of family pride after all ( Read more... )

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Sent with an innocuous note to Finola Dolohova and warded to appear to anyone other than Snape to be an article on new brewing techniques from a Russian potions journal. Forwarded by warded Floo from Finola to Lake Cottage. Upon being unwarded and read by Snape, the note explodes into a burst of dust.Father ( Read more... )

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Father.

I need to speak with you. It's important.

Hello--fuck--

*a scream in the background*

Come on, where the bloody fuck are you lot?

Answer, damn it!

We're under attack--

Trilby, you're in Britain now. Use the proper words, for Christ's sake. Cookie indeed.

I'll be up for my chips as soon as I get this bloody Levifold skin hung.

M.

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