Doors

[Ford]

your boyfriend's car is done. next time you give a woman my fucking address, check she ain't going to do shit to it first.

[Nate]

asshole. you're buying me that beer.

[Marina]

two thirty today. 216 S. 7th St. show up with your kid. they'll get back friday.

[Public]

we still fucking whining about Halloween? or moved the hell on from bitching about shit that happens every damn holiday?

[Locked to Sirius B, James P and NymphaDora Tonks]

Did any of you have life-changing boat moments that I should be made aware of?

[Public]

really fucking tired of how much fucking around goes on at these things. whoever the fuck wanted to use me as a fucking chew-toy, you bring your car in I'll puncture your tires.

[Ford]

you ok?

[MK]

got a fucking screechy blond telling me I gotta check in. you ok? don't want her to die of fucking PMS.

[Marina]

[After MUCH deliberation] anyone kill you?

[Locked to Tonks]

[After this mess.] I'm sorry I wasn't there to meet you Sunday.

[Locked to MPP + Lily P]
Alright, blokes, what say you as to how we might go about resurrecting the Order in Dumbledore's absence? We know there are no rosters kept. Ought we reach out to those we knew, once upon a time, if they're not yet deceased? Or are we being stingy with our trust in regards to them as well?

[Potter lock]
Harry, I would like to discuss the Order with you. I have some questions about members.

[Locked to Narcissa B]
You've not taken the Mark yet, have you? You're awfully quiet.

[Locked to "Tonks"]
How do you feel about blood purists, Tonks, love?

[Public]

The next time I get out of bed before noon on a Sunday, the person I'm supposed to meet had better show up. Remus Lupin, you're on notice.

[Public from Tonks (JUST TONKS OK)]

I was definitely dreaming when I decided to write this down, so excuse me if it goes off the rails a little. See, when I got up this morning I was pretty sure it was the end of the bloody world or something. The sky was this weird shade of purple, there were people running around, trying to escape all of the craziness. I didn't care though. Because they always say that the year 2000 is when the party is over, that's it. The end. Out of time.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

TONIGHT I'M GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S NINETEEN NINETY NINE.

[Public - posted from Nathan R]

This is [...] different.