Doors

[After this.]

[Heavy-handed writing, ink smears the page.]

Helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp!

[After this, all in a box, a small vase sits outside the Harry Potter Door in the hotel, dutifully placed by an eyerolling Shane. Wrapped in tissue paper next to it is another flower. There's a note, folded with Marina's name on it and a promise of a jinx should anyone else touch it, in James' messy hand attached:]

Isn't this disgusting? I am a man of his word. The second one's for your hair. Happy Belated Valentine's Day.

Yours,
James Potter

[Below the crease, there's a postscript.]

You can make this up to me by allowing Lily through the Door soon. Ta!

Any home remedies for a child's cough?

[Private to Lily Evans]

Hi. I'm...not certain yet if I can call you mom, but...I really want to come to know you more. I only...stayed away before because Dad suggested it might be easier on all of us.

( Left at the hotel desk for Jenny S )

( Addressed to Nathan via Marina )

( Sam A )

( Ford C )

[After receiving her gift.]

You see your brother often?

[After this.]

He is not arrogant! You don't even know him! Perhaps you shouldn't be so rude!

[Locked to Harry Potter door minus Harry Potter]

Sooooo need some suggestions for Harry Potter.

waiting for some fucker come to see Britney fucking Spears to die in the audience or something, send the fucking vultures on their way with a new story. the only shit in this that matters is if Sam's ok. fuck you with your popcorn shit.

some fucker in a dick car, the kind you get where the fuck behind the wheel don't know shit about upkeep, came in today to ask me about checking the fucking oil. not changing it. checking it. driving a $50 000 car and don't know shit about keeping it on the fucking road. almost as bad as the guy who came in two weeks back who rode a fucking Harley off the lot, custom shit and everything and came in crying like a pussy because he dropped it two hours after. what the fuck are we meant to do make it new again?

oh yeah. Marvel. she ain't coming fucking through yet.

what is this harry potter bullshit

isn't this how that little ginger girl ended up getting bitten by the cg anaconda thing?

[ and then, perhaps tentatively, a drawing of a penis - or a snake with balls. ...which he promptly scribbled over when he realized everyone could see his dick drawings. ]

j lo did it better

It's been very quiet as of late.

[Public]

fuck the hotel.

[Ford C]

ok?

Do preexisting connections or forged connections, courtesy of the hotel, make up the majority of the fraternizing? It seems most know most.

[Public]

going to Atlantic City. you got car trouble and you're looking for a discount, you talk to Joey A and he'll tell you to fuck right off. be like I ain't left.

Hi!

Can I meet your son please?
Just for a little while. Like at McDonald's or something? They have those playgrounds.

[Public]

My childhood memories of curling up with a Harry Potter novel are forever tainted.

[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?

[The paternity test results came in that morning, and she waits clear into the afternoon for him to say something. Of course, it never comes, so..]

Well?

[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?

[After determining a couple of people that Russ has spoken to on the forums lately & publically.]

You both know Russ Campbell, one of you got his address?