InsaneJournal

Bones,

If you're reading this letter, then you're either more meddlesome than I thought you were or I did something stupid at that battle that was mentioned on Resistance Radio last night -- assuming I go, as I still haven't decided yet at this point. I suppose I also could have slipped on one of Zacharias Zipporah's diapers and hit my head on the way out, but that's such an idiotic way to go that I'm going to assume I was killed at Hogwarts while reporting -- or if that didn't happen, then get out of my stuff. That goes for you too, Greengrass, if you're trying to spite me again.

I have a feeling after one of our earlier conversations that you're going to think I was being a 'good person' in going out to cover the battle when, to be realistic, there's a high chance of being killed -- well, that's rubbish. You know how I feel about honesty in journalism, but I sure as hell am not willing to die for that like your terrorist and reckless Gryffindor vigilante friends are. If I do go after all, I'm running away at the first sign of trouble -- and if I'm an idiot and get myself offed somehow, don't you dare go around telling anyone I was being 'brave' or I'll come back as a ghost and cut you. That would just spit all over the truth thing about which I was just writing.

Anyway, I've wasted enough time writing this note that will probably be completely unnecessary in the end. If this is the Wife still reading this, for Merlin's sake, I already told you to go away -- mind your own business for once.

Jeremiah I. Smith