Yes, they did -- I'm sorry, milaya, I meant to say. He and I made a picnic out of some of what you sent, in fact. Sitting on a platform over the
It's a good memory. We had several of those in the past weeks, at least. And your gifts did bring him joy for at least an hour or two, before it all went to hell.
No, I hadn't heard about Ireland. I've been -- well. As you might imagine, I have not been good for much over the past thirty-six hours since I woke up, and certainly not keeping track of the wider world. Although I'm not certain that's known here even to those who aren't wallowing; news, as of late, has been less reliable if one does not know how to read through the propaganda. (And I am certain reports will grow more unreliable from here on out; Barty had, as you well remember, a grudge against the media, and I am afraid to say that the Prophet, Whirl, and Londinarium, at least, all suffered losses. I have not yet seen a full accounting of the rest; there may be more.) From rumours I knew there was some great working while I was halfway to the undiscovered country, and from the effects it had on everything I could guess it involved the wards -- Gus had been working on some way to handle bleeding off some of the built-up pressure, but
I'm sorry. I'm avoiding the things I don't want to talk about. Tell Lyoushka I can give him a list of names of those who might be sensible. And if the Americans are being difficult, as they undoubtedly are, he should go find Marja -- Marie-Jacqueline -- Brouard, in their Department of Magic, and tell her that he is my brother and that I will forgive the hundred Galleons she still owes me if she should spend some of her political capital in easing his way.
If Dover had been open at any point since he whose name I shall not ever write again fell, I would have coshed Barty over the head and dragged him through, and let him rail against me and my treachery once he woke somewhere safe and protected. Would the gods that I had. But rest assured, if I see the chance, I will take it. And if my appearance would not bring the full weight of retribution down on your heads, you will be my first stop. If my sins catch up with me first, though -- know that I love you both, dearly.
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Sitting on a platform over theIt's a good memory. We had several of those in the past weeks, at least. And your gifts did bring him joy for at least an hour or two, before it all went to hell.
No, I hadn't heard about Ireland. I've been -- well. As you might imagine, I have not been good for much over the past thirty-six hours since I woke up, and certainly not keeping track of the wider world. Although I'm not certain that's known here even to those who aren't wallowing; news, as of late, has been less reliable if one does not know how to read through the propaganda. (And I am certain reports will grow more unreliable from here on out; Barty had, as you well remember, a grudge against the media, and I am afraid to say that the Prophet, Whirl, and Londinarium, at least, all suffered losses. I have not yet seen a full accounting of the rest; there may be more.) From rumours I knew there was some great working while I was halfway to the undiscovered country, and from the effects it had on everything I could guess it involved the wards -- Gus had been working on some way to handle bleeding off some of the built-up pressure, but
I'm sorry. I'm avoiding the things I don't want to talk about. Tell Lyoushka I can give him a list of names of those who might be sensible. And if the Americans are being difficult, as they undoubtedly are, he should go find Marja -- Marie-Jacqueline -- Brouard, in their Department of Magic, and tell her that he is my brother and that I will forgive the hundred Galleons she still owes me if she should spend some of her political capital in easing his way.
If Dover had been open at any point since he whose name I shall not ever write again fell, I would have coshed Barty over the head and dragged him through, and let him rail against me and my treachery once he woke somewhere safe and protected. Would the gods that I had. But rest assured, if I see the chance, I will take it. And if my appearance would not bring the full weight of retribution down on your heads, you will be my first stop. If my sins catch up with me first, though -- know that I love you both, dearly.