Clipped Wings

It is very frustrating to have a broom and not be able to fly. Very frustrating.

[Private: Miriam Strout]
I'm sorry it's been so long since I contacted you. It's been... well, a crazy few weeks to say the least. Most of it good, though. But now more than ever I really need to try and get my issues under control. I have found a location that would work if you're okay with me choosing it. It's just an abandoned house near Edinburgh but I've warded it and over the past week I had someone make portkeys for us. I can either owl one to you--it'll only work if you touch it, we've made sure of that--or I can give you the coordinates and you could apparrate here and get the portkey for next time. I know sending owls can be risky.

Just... if you're still interested, let me know? It suddenly got a whole lot more important for me to get my shit life together.
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[Private: Fred]
My trousers don't fit any more.

Bugger.

Am I supposed to be this fat already?

And have you told George? Because I dunno how much longer I'm gonna be able to hide it.
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Huh.

It's been almost twenty four hours and this is still a shocker.

[Fred]
Guess we should probably get to the part where we tell the rest of your family, not just George?

[Weakly hexed private: Fred]
My hexes still suck because my wand arm's too bloody weak to make the motions right. Strengthen it, please? Cause... well I can't FIND you and I have something I need to tell you like NOW.

Fred did you hide my wand so I wouldn't try to use it? I really want to give it another try even though I couldn't even move it yesterday.

[Messy, as it was written with her left hand since her right arm isn't quite usable. At all.

Writing left-handed feels really strange.

Whatever that pill was made me feel way better.

In other news, a certain fuckwit should really learn not to underestimate his opponents so much.

Curious. Does anyone have any tips on how to get glitter off of one's skin? And out of their hair? And off of their dog?

I think it's even under my fingernails...

Hexed from Death Eaters and supporters
I think I'd forgotten what it felt like to just appreciate a day.
To enjoy waking up next to the man I love.
To go for a longer run than I have in months and remember why I used to get up early every morning just to get out and go as hard and fast as I could until I was so tired, that delicious kind of exhaustion that means you've really accomplished something. Like the way you get off your broom after a match and feel like your legs might be too weak to stand on, but you know they'll hold you regardless.
To eat leftovers standing up at the kitchen counter while Fred and George explode something outside and nearly scare me half to death, causing me to drop my sandwich and smear mustard down the front of my shirt.
To rescue my crazy, crazy dog from eating one of said explosive objects and distract him with an endless game of fetch.
To take apart a toaster with a three-year-old... well, maybe I should ask his mum first even though it sounds like fun when he suggests it
To sit outside on the grass with a bottle of beer even though it's raining a little bit because it just feels good to be in the open air.
And then later? Fall asleep next to the same wonderful man.

Things might be rough, but there are good things in life that are definitely worth slowing down and enjoying.

[Private: Leanne]
Do you care if Benji and I take apart a toaster? I broke it anyway and he wants to see the insides, and I kind of want to see how it works too.

Remus, we have to do something about this. Our own people are turning against us. They're not going to stop killing people. It's not worth it to lose everyone over Snape. We're not going to have any support left.

I know if was my idea to take him. It was a mistake. How can we keep it from getting any worse? I don't want any more blood on my hands.

-Angelina

[In George's writing]

Angelina is busy NOT being on her journal. Leave a message and if you're nice, I might tell her.