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alt_siriusI was going to do this earlier but I went to watch the Quidditch and then -
Well, I'm sure he's okay. It was bucketing rain, so the ground was really soft.
I saw your Neville, in the stands. That's the real reason I'm writing, actually. Alice said he sent you a letter recently and since then you've been wound like a Swiss clock. He looked well enough. I think that was Evelyn sitting with him, too. She's got Allie's hair, yeah? Only curlier?
The point is, that Allie said you haven't told her what he wrote about, except that it's got you even crankier than usual. And that's got her in a knot, mate.
So. Why am I interfering in the affairs of a married couple? I told Allie I'd ask you if perhaps Neville had written you about the usual kind of things boys don't want their mothers to know. But I doubt you'd be twisting your big plaid knickers if it were the normal sort of thing.
Whatever it is, you ought to tell her. And if I can do anything from here, let me know. I've got a pretty reliable way to get messages to him, I think.
Either way, you're driving Allie right round the twist, and that can't be allowed. So here's me, putting my head in the lion's mouth: Give over, mate, before your head explodes. All right?
And I mean it: If there's anything I can do to help, name it. I told Moony I'd pop down London way but I'll surely be back soon enough - probably before the end of term. I'm not going anywhere before Monday, not with Harry in the hospital wing, anyway.
Well, I'm sure he's okay. It was bucketing rain, so the ground was really soft.
I saw your Neville, in the stands. That's the real reason I'm writing, actually. Alice said he sent you a letter recently and since then you've been wound like a Swiss clock. He looked well enough. I think that was Evelyn sitting with him, too. She's got Allie's hair, yeah? Only curlier?
The point is, that Allie said you haven't told her what he wrote about, except that it's got you even crankier than usual. And that's got her in a knot, mate.
So. Why am I interfering in the affairs of a married couple? I told Allie I'd ask you if perhaps Neville had written you about the usual kind of things boys don't want their mothers to know. But I doubt you'd be twisting your big plaid knickers if it were the normal sort of thing.
Whatever it is, you ought to tell her. And if I can do anything from here, let me know. I've got a pretty reliable way to get messages to him, I think.
Either way, you're driving Allie right round the twist, and that can't be allowed. So here's me, putting my head in the lion's mouth: Give over, mate, before your head explodes. All right?
And I mean it: If there's anything I can do to help, name it. I told Moony I'd pop down London way but I'll surely be back soon enough - probably before the end of term. I'm not going anywhere before Monday, not with Harry in the hospital wing, anyway.
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Date: 2010-11-07 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-07 12:54 am (UTC)Has it occurred to you that Allie might be able to say something to Evelyn that will help her cope?
And that Allie deserves the chance to be their mum, just as much as you deserve to be their dad?
Go and talk to her. Do you both a world of good, even if there's no easy solution.
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Date: 2010-11-07 01:07 am (UTC)as it is, I'm fucking useless.
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Date: 2010-11-07 01:38 am (UTC)It takes a special kind of wanker to go after an animal like that. It won't be too hard to shave his wand a bit.