have you met ted? (glassceiling) wrote in disorderjournal, @ 2018-02-02 01:47:00 |
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[A picture of Umbridge's belowed cat statue sitting in an unspecified, very snowy location. He has a tiny scarf and a tiny knitted hat for warmth because responsible fake-pet ownership is important.]
Pack your snow boots, Dolly.
[Jeremy and Owen]
I'm so sorry for your loss. I know the words mean very little at this point, but it's important to say them nonetheless. I wish there was something I could do for you both.
Distract me. I'm thirty seconds away from setting the Prophet on fire. The building, not the paper. Though the latter may also be satisfying, though more short term.
Hello, fellow Order member. Please tell me about your secret clinic set up. Is there anything I can do to help? I feel like there's very little I have to contribute to the Order at present, and I need to change that. Or at least convince myself that it's not true.
I feel so helpless? I thought joining might change that, but if anything it has done the opposite.
I'm sorry I couldn't be there for the funeral. Are you sleeping yet?
Where are you? How are you? I haven't seen you in a while.