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[December 10 2009 / 12:17am] |
WARDED TO HESTIA JONES
Hi. I was just wondering. Um. You know Ritchie Coote, right? Is it bad...I mean, did I do the wrong thing? I mean, is it bad that I moved him? He's...he's not himself, you see, I think his memory is having problems, I don't know what sort of problems, but he's not remembering things correctly and I can't help but wonder if I made it worse by levitating him and bringing to triage because I thought he might be dead and that he needed a lot of help, but what if it was a bad idea? What if he was just supposed to lay there? Was he?
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[December 08 2009 / 12:58pm] |
BIANCA?
And Ritchie Coote isn't dead, right?? I thought he was. But I don't know. I don't think he is. He was just sort of laying there and he didn't move or say anything and he was really really still and bleeding and something happened to his head and possibly his neck but I really don't know. Does anyone know?
Terry, are you okay??
SEAMUS????
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[December 06 2009 / 10:08pm] |
WARDED TO SEAMUS FINNIGAN
Hi!. I'm coming over tonight!. You don't have any say in the matter!. I can't pretend to be really serious very we
I love you.
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[November 30 2009 / 06:23am] |
WARDED TO BIANCA SPINKS
Guess what I decided!
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[November 21 2009 / 09:08pm] |
WARDED TO BIANCA SPINKS
Bianca! Have you ever rolled around in leaves before? Not just a couple of leaves. Not just a pile of leaves. Not just two piles of leaves. Lots and lots and lots of leaves! Red ones and orange ones and yellow ones and brown ones and green ones and pink ones. Okay, not really pink ones. Sort of pink! Sort of.
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[November 11 2009 / 06:05am] |
Hello! I am trying to narrow my choices down! Help, please?
Blue or purple?
Yellow or orange?
Green or red?
White or pink?
Brown or gray?
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[November 08 2009 / 12:59am] |
WARDED TO BIANCA SPINKS
May I ask how your leg missing limb injury is?
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[November 06 2009 / 06:27am] |
Ritchie Coote.
Hello, my love. I just wanted to tell you that I love you. We all love you. I know that it might not be easy to believe right now because you might be really sad and unable to think of thoughts that are actually happy, but it's true. It's so true that I wish I could tell you every ten minutes; I know that might get really annoying, though. I wish that I could write you a song or a poem (that actually had rhythm) or some sort of epic story about a prince and a princess who weather the storm and make it through a battle, but all I can offer you are a few jumbled words and a hug and a kiss and a back rub and a kitten and a puppy and some sort of biscuit that I will probably burn but would still taste somewhat good. If I could, I would wipe away all the pain that you are feeling and replace it with something that would get you smiling again, real smiles, not just those smiles that you try and gives us to deceive us, to make us believe that you are feeling something that your heart isn't. Andrew Kirke was so very lovely and I know that he loved you as much as Bianca, Seamus, Polly and I do. When you feel like you can no longer feel his presence around you, just close your eyes and grasp on to a moment that the two of you shared, perhaps something when you both were first years at Hogwarts and everything was so very new to you and Dumbledore looked really old and McGonagall looked really mean and the seventh years giggled and laughed at how ickle and innocent you were. Or think about a more recent time when Andrew comforted you and told you that it was going to be okay. He would still want you to believe that everything was going to be okay, and I bet if you try hard enough, if you really really really try, you'll be able to feel it. I know that you feel like your potions are the only thing in the world that you have left and I reckon that it seems so very easy for you to rush over to them and wait for them to work once you have downed an entire bottle or two or three or four, but the next time you feel that pain I want you to close your eyes again and think about me and Bianca and Seamus and Polly and anyone who has created a special place in their heart for you and wouldn't be able to survive if that space was suddenly clasped shut. Your music would never flood our ears again and your smile would never light up a room again and the smell of a spliff would never tickle our noses again. I cannot even try to close my eyes and wonder what I would do if I had to wake up every morning knowing that you weren't just an owl away. Please don't do that to us. Please don't foolishly toy with your life, something that is so precious and dear to many. If we are strong, and if we stick together, I know that we will be able to survive and grow really really really old and sit on porches chatting about "the good old days" and what it was like to be friends in these moments. The pain would still be lurking deep down inside, but you would be able to smile at me and hold my hand and tell me about the adventures that you and Andrew got into in your dormitory when you were younger. And Andrew would be sitting there with us, with Ruby, smiling and laughing along and looking stunningly perfect in every way, shape, and form. The dark place you are stuck in will soon fill with such a beautiful light that you will have to shield your eyes. And you know how those dark walls around you will start to crumble? Us. I swear to everything fluffy and cuddly and sweet in the world that it will be okay if you only let it. We're going to love you even when it seems like there is no more love to give. But you know what? There is always love to give! There can't be a rainbow every day. It has to rain sometimes. The sun has to go down eventually. Love does not have a time limit or an expiration date, though. Okay? Please?
You will be mine forever, Ritchie Coote. And that's a very long time.
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[October 14 2009 / 11:07pm] |
WARDED TO WILLIAM CRESSWELL
William! Hi! I don't know if you remember, and it's okay if you don't, but I got lucky enough to win you in the auction! So, I was wondering, do you want to go out and get sorbet some time? I'm still not really supposed to eat anything super hard, but I think sorbet would be okay because it's not really hard or lumpy or tough or anything. Just let me know either way, yeah? Oh! And you don't have to push me in a wheelchair or anything, I never even needed a wheelchair but everyone was making me use one anyway. It's gone now, though! Back to its home. Which I assume is St. Mungo's. St. Mungo's houses wheelchairs, yeah?
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[October 04 2009 / 08:22pm] |
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Does anyone know if Bianca Spinks is okay?
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[September 27 2009 / 09:57am] |
WARDED TO WILLIAM CRESSWELL
William! Hi. I am just wondering how you are doing? And if you need anything? Anything at all? I am rather good at listening. And I am good at speaking, too, if you want to hear a story. I think I am good and purchasing surprise gifts, too, though I suppose it would no longer be a surprise because I just brought it up, but I am still good at purchasing gifts even if they are not surprises. If you wanted something fuzzy! Or something edible.
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