The Dressing Room

Right. So.


Jeremy Boot. I just had to spend half an hour convincing Da not to send his entire Auror task force out looking for you. His. Entire. Seventy-five person. Task force. Then I had to talk to Uncle Michael and try to not feel guilty when he got that worried look on his face. And then he started to go on and on about he must have expected too much from you. blah blah blah to have run away from school right when it mattered most blah blah blah. Then Da chimed in that you didn't run away you were stolen away. By evil, evil people. Who sacrifice muggles under full moons and have relations with werewolves and were obviously going to kill you. Or force you into child prostitution. And then Mum slapped him, and he and she got in an argument.

And if you do not come back home soon, I will.. fucking hell, I'll make you live through those horrible memories. I swear to gods I will.



In a completely unrelated note. I need alcohol. Lots of it.