I know we haven't talked in a while.I know it's because of me.I figured I'd drop you a line and see how things have been. Are you managing alright?
I know we haven't talked in a while.I know it's because of me.I figured I'd drop you a line and see how things have been. Are you managing alright?
You should give me your schedule.
Got time for lunch or something?
How are you feeling?[Angel]
You've been too quiet.[Lindsey]
Settling into your new position?
OH NO. You have been given a dose of Veritaserum (basically, this is a thing that makes you tell the truth no matter what). Comment below with your name so that people can ask you questions which you must answer honestly. Feel free to take advantage of other people in a similarly dosed state, too.
Want to be social tomorrow?
What do you need me to do during the Full Moon. The way I see it, you're still my superior, even if you don't know me yet. So I'm reporting to you, bossman.
Hey. I know there's a long list of things you don't want to talk about. I get it. I just wanted to say hi, and good luck. If there's anything you need, let me know.
Thanks for keeping me company during the bonfire. I needed the distraction, and I admit it was fun.
Times like this, I kind of wish we hadn't blown the the damn acid fog.
Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. It is my honor — an unfortunate honor, but an honor nonetheless — to present to you the newest (most recently discovered) member of our Dies In The Future club: Emmeline Vance.
She chose to fight, and survived the first war. She chose to fight again and went down fighting in the second. For all her efforts, along with the efforts of all the rest of us who fought and risked our lives and eventually lost them, I am sure the wizarding world is very grateful. They will tell stories and sing songs of all her achievements and her dedication to doing what was right. (They had better, anyway.)
Please join me in mourning her future passing, just enough for her to know how much she will be missed, but not enough to make her feel like she has to comfort you, because that shouldn't be put on her head. And then, when the mourning is over, we'll celebrate her life — and everyone else's — by deciding on the most appropriate item of clothing to wear to show our pride in our Future Death club.
She's thinking shirts. I'm thinking crowns or hats. What say you, my fellow future dead friends?
I don't know who else to talk
Hullo, mate. Did your flowers go over well?
I feel like we haven't done anything just in quite awhile, so I propose we take over one of the common areas not used by the book group on Friday and have ourselves a bit of a party.
And I do mean that all of us are invited.
Hullo, I don't know if we've ever spoken face to face, but I'm Neville, one of the farmers. I was wondering if you'd be willing to lend that game you've mentioned a few times making? Cards Against Humanity? I promise we'll take good care of it.