Private message to Mum and Ron
Feb. 5th, 2015 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dear Mum --
We got your parcels at breakfast. Thanks for the biscuits and note! Classes and everything are going fine.
love, Ginny
We got your parcels at breakfast. Thanks for the biscuits and note! Classes and everything are going fine.
love, Ginny
Order Only
Date: 2015-02-05 03:54 pm (UTC)Re: Order Only
Date: 2015-02-05 06:56 pm (UTC)Means he's going to be brilliant.
Re: Order Only
Date: 2015-02-05 10:20 pm (UTC)Re: Order Only
Date: 2015-02-06 01:59 am (UTC)But usually, he's much happier! He is simply adorable, and I can't wait for you both to meet him.
Re: Order Only
Date: 2015-02-06 04:42 am (UTC)And you could stuff us full of pie, and life would be good!
Re: Order Only
Date: 2015-02-06 02:02 am (UTC)It's my standard security charm dear, of course, so only you can see the sketch. So you needn't worry about keeping it, perhaps laying casually on the corner of your desk.
Re: Order Only
Date: 2015-02-06 02:27 am (UTC)Re: Order Only: private message to Ginny
Date: 2015-02-06 02:31 am (UTC)Sometimes grief makes the strangest things--even terrible things--seem to make sense.
I'm sorry.
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Date: 2015-02-05 06:54 pm (UTC)Both my favourites!
It was really nice of you.
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Date: 2015-02-06 02:10 am (UTC)Private message to Ron
Date: 2015-02-06 02:15 am (UTC)I dreamed last night that you were flying around the quidditch pitch. Just doing laps like you used to do over the orchard at home. I always thought that you found it calming, somehow.
The dream made me hopeful, that you'll keep your equilibrium, despite everything. I hope you have something that can give you the same kind of peace now.
Re: Private message to Ron
Date: 2015-02-06 04:47 am (UTC)Yeah. I wish they hadn't cancelled Quidditch, or that we were even allowed to practise. I expect it's time to see if anyone wants to go out and fly around the grounds. Maybe tomorrow afternoon. Shame the weather's been so crap.
It'll be alright, Mum. Really.
Especially if you keep sending biscuits.