PARABOLICAL COMMUNICATIONS

Hey, Amelia. What are you up to tonight?

[ooc: Post-dated to after Lois spills her guts.]

I hate this place. You're the only thing that's keeping me from absolutely falling apart.

We need to talk.

I told you to stay away from her.

I hate this alternate universe stuff.


I'm building Mom a grave. Or something like it. It's at the beach.[Address] Come and pay your respects when you get the chance.

*Floo to the Dark Lord, Bella's head appears in the Flames at Voldemorts residence*

Forgive the intrusion but there is a woman my Lord named Merope Gaunt...She claims to be looking for a man named Tom Riddle....I know what they say...I know they say the name was yours once.

I wanted you to know immediatly. I hope I was right in informing you of this