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I know we are all tired. We are exhausted. We are working miracles, and we've had terrible shocks and heartbreaking setbacks and we're all mourning our losses and--
I probably shouldn't write this at all. I should keep my mouth shut and my journal shut, and spare you the grief of my venting to you but I am too bloody enraged!
What in Merlin's name was Evelyn thinking? She wouldn't have even told anyone that she was inviting Antonin Sodding Dolohov to just mosey over to the Forbidden Forest just outside Hogwarts Castle? First of all, how did she dare to take a risk with all of our security? Ginny had to be cruciated repeatedly to throw her loyalty to Dolohov, but what in blazes is Evelyn's excuse?!
Did she feel pity for him? Pity because he was mourning that OBSCENE MURDERER Barty Crouch? Perhaps she could redirect her pity toward some of Crouch's actual victims, like poor Linus Moon's entire family!
My son isn't here, and I don't know if he ever will be again. My daughter is a brainwashed prisoner toadying up to Dolohov, who PERSONALLY MURDERED MY BROTHERS, and what's to prevent him from leaving Albion and TAKING HER WITH HIM when the wards finally come down? Why on earth is Evelyn helping him? How can she THINK of helping him? And how dare she use Ginny's status as a prisoner to do it! She's never even written to Ginny she was captured, and now only does it to get a pity message to Dolohov?
Can't you order people to STOP COMMUNICATING WITH THAT MISERABLE, VICIOUS MONSTER?
WHO SHOULD STILL BE DEAD AND ROTTING!!
I probably shouldn't write this at all. I should keep my mouth shut and my journal shut, and spare you the grief of my venting to you but I am too bloody enraged!
What in Merlin's name was Evelyn thinking? She wouldn't have even told anyone that she was inviting Antonin Sodding Dolohov to just mosey over to the Forbidden Forest just outside Hogwarts Castle? First of all, how did she dare to take a risk with all of our security? Ginny had to be cruciated repeatedly to throw her loyalty to Dolohov, but what in blazes is Evelyn's excuse?!
Did she feel pity for him? Pity because he was mourning that OBSCENE MURDERER Barty Crouch? Perhaps she could redirect her pity toward some of Crouch's actual victims, like poor Linus Moon's entire family!
My son isn't here, and I don't know if he ever will be again. My daughter is a brainwashed prisoner toadying up to Dolohov, who PERSONALLY MURDERED MY BROTHERS, and what's to prevent him from leaving Albion and TAKING HER WITH HIM when the wards finally come down? Why on earth is Evelyn helping him? How can she THINK of helping him? And how dare she use Ginny's status as a prisoner to do it! She's never even written to Ginny she was captured, and now only does it to get a pity message to Dolohov?
Can't you order people to STOP COMMUNICATING WITH THAT MISERABLE, VICIOUS MONSTER?
WHO SHOULD STILL BE DEAD AND ROTTING!!
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I know this has been an incredibly difficult month for you, Molly.
You have every right to feel what you're feeling, love.
Evelyn told me that she knew what it was like to not have a body to bury, and that she believed in her heart of hearts that leaving Crouch's body to the elements was deeply morally wrong -- especially when there was someone left alive who would mourn him and whose religious beliefs would view it as an extreme violation.
I am furious with her, and disappointed, and baffled, and heartsick, but I can see why she believed herself to be so obligated.
I'm sorry, Molly.
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All right, if I squint really hard, I can get a glimpse of her underlying reasoning. Barely. Especially after Neville. But comparing your grief over not having a body to bury with his--a boy who helped save all of us from Voldemort versus a man who went into a rage and murdered over fifty people...
It makes me want to spew.
Oh, Alice. I found myself wishing this morning that you and I could just run away on a silly little holiday somewhere. Lyme, or Blackpool, or the boardwalk at Brighton or--or somewhere. Stuff ourselves sick with pudding and get sozzled on cocktails and bask in the sun on the beach in bathing suits that would embarrass anyone to see, or, I don't know. I haven't had a holiday in years.
Neither of us deserve this.
I love you, Alice, and I'm certainly not going to break our friendship over this. You're doing an amazing job in a situation that would break anyone. Evelyn is a lovable little girl with a big heart, and I'm sure I'll hug her next week when I'm over the urge to smack her silly.
Oh, bloody hell. It's Ginny's birthday.
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Let's say a year and a day from today, we do just that.
A year and a day, so you can celebrate a proper birthday with Ginny, and then pudding and cocktails and sun.