Doors

[Very late a night after the news goes public; locked separately.]
Carrow's gone.

ETA: [Lily P]
How are you feeling about your healing spells?

[Severus S]
Where are you?

[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?

[Locked to Remus L]

I would like to talk to you, if you have the time.

[Locked to Lily E]

You are well?

[Begrudgingly Public]

James, I wish to apologise to you for my actions. They were uncalled for and born out of my anger and frustration. I do not expect that you will forgive me, but I am regretful of what I did.

That is all.

[Sloppy.]

The good times just keep on fuckin come around here, huh?

[Handwriting so shaky that it's unrecognizable.]

I have a question.


[Public]
[After talking to Remus.]

[...] Paper wings?

[After learning about the most recent HP news, Harry reacts...like this! Visible only to James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy]

Hold me back. Merlin help me, hold me back. If it's Voldemort, and if he comes after any of you, hold me back, because I don't know what I'll do this time around. I thought I was done with it all, that I'd finally killed the man...though he changes it after a moment... bastard. And this starts up again. Hold me back, because I'm tempted to go straight to the Ministry with this. To make sure they know this time that Tom Riddle is Voldemort and that he's back. Because last time? They didn't believe me, not even when Cedric died in front of me. He died in front of me, and they didn't believe me when I said it was HIM. They only believed after Dumbledore...[Harry trails off, though there's spots of ink on the page, like he was visibly trying to control his reaction to everthing.]

[Added in later, almost as an afterthought, but it's once Harry finally calms down a bit to properly react]

Narcissa? Please tell me this isn't the work of Bellatrix. Not after I stood up on her behalf. First they go after those who look like myself, and my friends. Then someone...I'm hoping to hell wasn't my mother. I don't know if this is the work of Voldemort directly. I don't...he never did anything really like this himself. Usually sent his croonies after them.

[On the heels of this and the earlier conversations on the journals, after having heard nothing from Lily in days. The letters are large, panicked, and drawn over and over and over with clotting ink. Gryffindor creed says NO CAUTION. NO SUBTLETY. RAAAAAAAAAH.]

I KNOW THIS WAS YOU, SNAPE. I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN.

ETA: [Harry P/James P]
I need the cloak, Harry. NOW. [Scratched out after talking to Narcissa.]

Added in at the Three Broomsticks: [Lily P/James P]
Evans, I should like a word with you.

Scrawled on parchment messily, after this: [Public]
What a show of skill, an attack on the defenseless, and a need hex them into allowing your name to dirty their mouths. You certainly have a way with people.

[Locked to MPP + Lily P]
Hell. We need to move fast.

[Locked to Harry P]
Are you safe?

[Locked to Narcissa B]
Tell me your sister was not behind this.

[Locked to Tonks]

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

[Locked to Sirius & James]
[After this, scrawled angrily and messily and very un-Remusly.]

Did you allow Narcissa to remain at the cottage, give her your clothing, and tell her and Bellatrix to take the Shrieking Shack, James? Or was the last bit done on their own?

[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?

Another month of this two people one body and I'm going to run mad.

[James, Lily, Remus.]

What's for dinner?

[The handwriting from one Charlie G is composed of clean, sharpie marker lines. Very blue, and very straight.]

10.5.13

Not very nice.

$7.

Hat.

[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.

[Dexter M]

We're overdue a shipment. You'll follow up and see where they've got to, how one can wander astray from the route used for the last ten years, hm? And perhaps find us someone else to move the shipments. I don't like it when my things go missing.

If I give you a name, will you find out what you can? (And it needn't be said your entrails will be hair ribbons for Anais if you say anything to anyone, darling)

[Anais M]

Are you bored yet?

[Public]

Drink enough for the sot to drown himself in, beautiful women to take away the taste of the sand. We've swept it from our crevasses, darlings, so the doors are open once again and all are duly welcomed (lest of course, you plan to put an end to the fun)

Having a weeping little bat that's bereaved from her boyfriend because of a prison asylum is not conducive to producing this radio show. At this rate, I fear that she'll make me depressed.

[Locked to each separately.]

I have been called back to Asgard to account for my actions in a [...] trial. I am not sure when I will be back.

[Lucy R]

[with some degree of trepidation]

Lucy.

[Shailee T]

Thakkar, you surviving over there?


[Neil D]

You've not been thrown in a ditch somewhere by a Murphy, have you?


[Dolores C]

I warned him.

[Preston R]

[No note, a bottle of eye-wateringly good French wine on his desk.]

[call to Showgirl Video, in the evening. he asks for 'Blue' about five times before sufficiently annoying the girl on the other end, whereupon he relents and asks for Dolores instead. Thanks, doll.]

Riiing.

[public.]

We all made it out of sandstorm hell alive, right? Right. So, let's celebrate. Party at my place, bitches.

[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.