The Dungeons

*creaking sound as the door opens*

Aah, hullo, I'm here to see-

Severus? It's good to see you again. You look... well.

To anyone other than Arthur, the letter is charmed to look like a postcard stating "Hello from beautiful Andorra! Wish you were here!"

Dear Arthur,

Ryland showed up today, right on schedule. You're right, dear, he has gotten sloppy. He didn't even bother to check before moving his things in, and only conducted the most rudimentary check for charms after the moving van left. Our surveillance caught him telling the driver to expect another delivery tomorrow. He's currently setting up his wards. We're planning to stay through Wednesday morning to make sure everything is in place, then we'll be back in the office by lunchtime for debriefing. Perhaps you might arrange to take a few hours off in the afternoon?

All my love,
Molly

There may be a better way to wake up than with a gorgeous woman arching up in your arms, her legs wrapped around your hips and her breath hot in your ear, but I'm sure I don't know what it could be.

(Luna Lumina Lovegood is a very clever Witch indeed)

...

It seems that I might have, just maybe, set the kitchen on fire while I was making dinner tonight. ( I'm alive and the Burrow is still standing. )

Autotranscribe-private

*-a scraping bump and a clatter, and then the screech of chair legs against stone*

Christ. It's a bloody trifecta.

Gin was the best by far, whatever happened to her, to them. At least she loved her, loved her enough, loved only her.

Merlin, I have to tell Ginny-.

*footsteps*

Fuck, what's this doing o- *End autotranscribe-private*