1:47 AM
[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]
[Andromeda]
[Leon]
[Gawain]
[Dedalus]
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.
[Andromeda]
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.
[Leon]
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.
[Gawain]
I'm sorry I couldn't be there for the funeral. Are you sleeping yet?
[Dedalus]
Where are you? How are you? I haven't seen you in a while.