InsaneJournal

Owl to Ernie, sent at 4:52pm

Ernie, Look mate, I don't really know how everything got so fucked back there, but I want to apologise. I mean, I was not trying to make light of the situation, but it seems as if that's how it looked. I was stressed out, I was worried about Lavender, and I was being told to sit and do nothing and I don't exactly care for that sort of thing. I did it for about six years back in school and realised how bloody stupid I had been when everything started going to shite and basically told myself I wouldn't ever let that happen again. So not doing anything just isn't really something I enjoy, if you remember back in seventh year. Anyway, that's why I acted the way I did. It had nothing to do with my ego or anything, mate. I wasn't trying to be a hero. Honestly, I was trying to explain to you that Lavender is—well, different. She's difficult to deal with for most people and I was trying to save you the trouble but you didn't want to listen to me. Not to mention you kind of lost your shite in there, which maybe was because you misunderstood what she was saying but either way, it was kind of not the way you talk to someone if you want her to come out of somewhere when she's scared out of her wits. And believe me, Lavender has already been scared, long before she saw Pandora appearing in her fireplace, so having this shite happen certainly didn't help her any. That's why I've been looking after her so closely. I think I've kind of lost track of what I was trying to say, sorry. Thank you for your help, Ernie. If you hadn't have come it probably would have taken me a long time to get into her flat and if Pandora had been around I guess I'd have been killed so that would not have been that great. I'm sorry that we butted heads so much, it wasn't supposed to go like that. I respect what you do and I'm glad you take your job so seriously, especially when people's safety is on the line. I don't think you really understand how I handle myself under pressure - it is not like you do, apparently, and I suppose it translates into not taking things seriously which isn't really the case. If I wasn't taking any of this seriously I wouldn't be involved at all and I wouldn't be bothered with the DA and trying to figure these memories out and trying to save Lavender—and everyone else, including you, mate. Speaking of which, I'm working on a sleeping draught for you lot. I'm not sure if it's going to work or not but it might be worth a try. Let me know if you want some. I'm just about done with it. Michael