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WARDED TO THE INQUISITORIAL SQUAD:

Have the Carrows shown up at any other Houses and told you all to keep to your dorms? I think I can hear Professor Alecto snarling to herself down in the Ravenclaw Common Room as I write this.

WARDED TO RAVENCLAWS:

She's not torturing any of you down there or the like, is she?

(Slightly rhetorical question as if a Carrow had their hands on you, you wouldn't be up to writing in your journal is my guess. I'm just making sure we're not having some smaller replay of what happened the other day unfolding in our own Common Room.)

WARDED TO THEODORE:

Feeling any better?

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

The next time I hold your hand? I'm going to make sure people see it and you're not going to have to make up any excuses anymore.

The blocking could have used some work, but if nothing else the theatrics were interesting. Once I actually figured what was going on, that is. I will admit I'm glad there was not a dragon in the courtyard as a Third Year decided to yell out when the ruckus started.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

This is my second time trying to write this and the first ended up with a page of scribbles and long-winded crap that I eventually tore out. What all of it was trying to say is that I really need you right now. I need you with me and think I might drop into an anxiety attack if I don't. Sorry this is so late.

No. No, I'm not and take that back because I'm still sticking to the original statement that I need my girlfriend in this moment.

WARDED PRIVATE:

No. No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening. She can't be a Muggleborn, he couldn't have anything to do with her arrest and that's not his smug quotes all over the Prophet. This is just a dream nightmare that I'll wake from soon and no one is going to attack me because my father is a member of the Muggleborn Registration Commissi--

Oh Merlin, what if someone tries to hurt Ronan?

WARDED TO SLYTHERINS:

Could someone please keep an eye on my brother until I can make it to come see him?

WARDED PRIVATE:

It hasn't even been a week back and I've never been more glad to be on the outskirts of everything than I am now. The Ravenclaws exclude me in just about everything since I'm "one of them" and the Slytherin drama only comes my way when it spills over into Inquisitorial Squad matters. Gryffindor seems to want nothing to do with me, which is quiet fine since I really can't think of any reason to associate with all of those troublemakers. And Hufflepuff is, well, Hufflepuff - not a threat, but also not true allies.

Funny thing that I've only starting to be okay with this months short of ending my Hogwarts career.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

You've been a bit distant since we got back. How has your day been?

WARDED TO THEODORE:

What do you think they are going to Tracey fancies you, I fear.

WARDED TO NON-SLYTHERIN IS MEMBERS:

Has anyone started the assignment the Carrows gave to us last night?

I hope it doesn't become stormy this weekend.

WARDED TO THEODORE:

I have the most amazing news and if I do not share it with you soon I fear I may implode!

WARDED TO THEODORE & CASSIA:

My mother has insisted on me warding the two of you to make sure you and your families are definite in coming to MacDougal manor Sunday. I am not exactly sure why she thinks this year would be any different from the number of them prior, but you know how my mother can get. She said she spoke to Lorna earlier yesterday on behalf of herself and Edwin, Cassia, so this 'check in' is primarily for the rest of the Burkes.

In news to make the evening more pleasurable, and not surrounding my father feeling the need to prove how great a purist he is, I've already managed to secure a decanter of brandy to help the night go by easier.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

I want to see you as soon as possible.

It is so amazing to sleep in my own bed again. Waking up this morning found a bird singing to me from the flowerbox I have outside my window; it was positively beautiful. Does anyone else have anything they've missed far more than they realised while away at Hogwarts this year?

WARDED PRIVATE:

I'm not the only one. I know fair and well that statistically speaking it makes no sense for myself to think I'm the only person in existence past a heteronormative persuasion, but within my own family? Should I have noticed it before with Theodore? Maybe I should ask him how long he's known himself, though, on the other hand I'm not sure if we should delve into treating this as commonplace and such yet. Acceptance and surrealism are still feuding in regards to how I feel about this all. It said nothing about finding out your cousin is a homosexual as well in that book Georgette lent me.

I still feel dizzy and lightheaded. Perhaps even more so now.

WARDED TO KEVIN:

Theodore told me I know you might not have wanted that list out, but Hi.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

I think I like you. I think I'm like you.

It might sound silly seeing as you may have already guessed, but I admitted it to someone tonight? That it felt amazing (in a way) to say that leads me to believe it true? I felt like you deserved to know this.

While today was mighty interesting, I would not mind a slower paced and quieter rest of the week. It seems more conducive to sleep than continuing on into this slight pattern of calamity we've all fallen into; my circadian cycle is not a fan of it at all.

WARDED TO KEVIN:

Sorry if I intruded on your conversation with my cousin earlier as I rather wasn't planning to complain about them not having the stationary I usually buy in stock for so long. And I didn't mean to try and cling to the two of you, it's just that

WARDED TO THEODORE:

I am not sure I will be going to Hogsmeade again if the Dementors are there to stay. Especially if it means I have to insert myself in someone else's day to avoid being alone around them like I did today with you and Kevin; sorry about that. you don't think the Dementors report what they see to the Carrows or Professor Snape, do you?

WARDED TO HANNAH & ROGER:

I wanted to thank you two for accompanying Theodore to the Hospital wing last night as I was of no use whatsoever I found myself personally unable to after that all.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

There always seems to be something in the way of me being able to see you, aha. Usually it's just not a Dementor popping up out of nowhere when I was going to kiss you. Nonetheless, it was brilliant to see you for even a few minutes today.

WARDED TO THEODORE:

I'm feeling restless unproductive this morning and nothing seems to quash this feeling. For as odd a request as it might sound: is there anything I can help you with? Otherwise I might scream.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

Your book was rather [...] interesting.

WARDED TO SLYTHERIN:

Has anyone happened to notice an engraved quill that reads 'M E M' anywhere within your Common Room or dorms? I'm led to believe that my younger brother took it from me because he is a brat when we were studying together the other day, but he states he has not seen it since we were in the library.

I am sorry you are all forced to endure Ronan on a daily basis; I know how vexing he can be.

WARDED TO KEVIN:

Have you decided on a disease for our Muggle Studies assignment?

It's hard to believe that one-hundred and seventy-four years ago the French astronomer Pierre Jules Janssen was born today.

WARDED PRIVATE:

Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva (FOP, Stone Man Syndrome) - Genetic disorder characterised by fibrous connective tissue ossifying - turning to bone - when damaged. First flare up usually comes before the age of ten. No truly effective treatment; attempts at surgical removal of bone results in further bone growth.

Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis (CIPA) - Inherited disorder of the nervous system: inability to sweat, feel pain and/or extreme temperatures. Shortened life span all but assured. Treatments exist, though, not always effective.

Fatal familial insomnia (FFI) - Inherited disease that revolves around the onset of progressively worsening insomnia, then further confusion, hallucinations, dementia and death after the average survival span of ~18 months. Treatments exist, but have the potential to worsen and speed up disease.

Cancer - Malignant tumour or growth that occurs when cells multiply uncontrollably, in effect eating away at and destroying healthy tissue. Main types include carcinomas (skin or tissue that lines internal organs), sarcoma (bone, cartilage, fat, muscle, blood vessels or other connective tissue), leukemia (blood-forming tissue), lymphoma & myeloma (immune system) and central nervous system (brain and spinal cord). Mortality rates and treatments vary greatly depending on type and what stage.

Haemorrhagic fever with renal syndrome (Hantavirus) - Has an incubation time of two to four weeks wherein five distinct stages are presented if--

Why did I think trying to work on this bloody assignment would in anyway cheer me up or help me focus!? I should simply go with influenza and read something that doesn't revolve around horrific diseases or 'oh, I might be gay but shouldn't worry that my father will disown me'. I could also work on a list of potential destinations for Theodore and I over Easter holiday, but now I'm too keyed up to even focus on that. Gah!

WARDED TO THEODORE:

I spoke to Kevin Entwhistle last night, apparently after you had already mentioned potentially joining the Inquisitorial Squad to him. He seems conflicted, as I'm sure you noticed, but after a bit of pressing admitted that his gut instinct was "that it wouldn't be a terrible idea." If you'd rather me not interfering with a plan you already have, I understand, but otherwise would sincerely care to see this through.

Also, I've been thinking about Easter break and how we should do something new & exciting for it. Not that I do not enjoy pilfering Father's liquors and hiding from our families while I inevitably cry to you, but

WARDED TO MINI INQUISITORIAL SQUAD:

I think I might have found a spell that could be played with a bit so it would be beneficial to what we are trying to do. It would definitely need some tweaking, but if it works as I'm hoping it will? Would stand as a diagnostic spell to run itself at a predetermined time (once a day, twice a week, what have you) and ensure our spells on the Common Rooms continue to work as they should and alert us promptly if anyone was to try and tamper with them.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

You looked Your dress for the dance was gorgeous. I wasn't able to find the chance to tell you that then, but thought you should know.

I am ready for Spring to come about now. Oh the First Point of Aries, why must you be such a temptress?

WARDED TO THEODORE PRIVATE:

Is there some word for when you've had your first kiss? What about if it's with a female and you're one, too? How about when you weren't expecting it at all, have no idea how to react to it and are rather certain the other person involved now hates you?

Maybe I should have never agreed to dance with Georgette in the first place. It isn't exactly a secret that she's a [...] lesbian, but now we've dance twice and she kissed me, so what does that make me? She's so pretty and nice and a wonderful dancer, but this wasn't in any sort of plan I could have ever conceived! I hate that things have been thrown into a flux and in a matter of hours I'm not even sure there is a status quo anymore.

This is probably the exact sort of thing that would classify me the exact opposite of one of those bleeding "good halfbloods" Longbottom was rambling on about.

WARDED TO THEODORE:

You've been in the same House as Georgette Spinks for almost seven whole years now - what do you make of her?

Food for thought: in the past, people have actually taken a vow of silence as a form of protest.

WARDED TO MADELINE:

I heard what happened in your Dark Arts class and have to ask: our the cruppie we are sharing care of wasn't Cruciatused was it? I do not think you the sort to be a trouble maker, but from the sound of it Professor Carrow went a little mental overboard and lost his temper.

WARDED TO GEORGETTE:

I have a question. Well really, more of a request.

WARDED TO 7TH YEAR RAVENCLAW GIRLS:

Has anyone seen my silver flats, per chance? I know I brought them back with me after Christmaas but can't seem to find them anywhere. I don't think my black heels will do for the dance considering I know they'd make me even taller than Roger, so I'm bit concerned.

I always knew there was a reason I don't like glitter.

WARDED TO THEODORE:

I hate to be nosing but I need to distract myself from all of... that with Georgette at the moment, but I was wondering if you has spoken to Claudia yet? There are a lot of other things to deal with I realise - and don't think you wouldn't update me as you said - yet I haven't talked to you in a day or two. So if you haven't spoken to her quite yet? I apologise and we can simply discuss something else. Adele finding the Montgomery girl out during her rounds last night comes to mind; have you heard anything about what happened when she saw the Carrows?

I'm rambling on, excuse me.

WARDED TO ROGER:

If you don't mind me asking, what colour are your dress robes?

WARDED PRIVATE:

Usually when things balance out - the good and bad, it makes existing easier--

But how do I balance out dancing with Georgette last night with the very real reality that some poor cruppies are going to be Crucioed? It's not as if I can even mention the first part to anyone and everyone is so up in arms about the second that no sort of civil discussion can come out of it. Maybe it's for the best considering how I practically ran out on Georgette last night that no one else can find out what a fool I made out of myself--

Or maybe that means there was really no balance in the first place and I'm just deluding myself supremely. I should probably get this silliness out of my system now before I have rounds with Hye Sung. Buggery fuck.

WARDED TO HYE SUNG:

If I seem a bit out of sorts tonight, please excuse me. I think I ate something a wee spoiled for lunch and my stomach's been off since then.

WARDED TO ROGER:

So it appears we will be going to the dance together?.

WARDED TO THEODORE:

There's a part of me that wants to ask who you are to be going to the dance with, but by this point I think that subject has been beaten to death. Instead I'm going to mention that I told Mother about our conversation surrounding you obtaining another crup in my last letter to her only to have her reply that she knows of a couple that breeds prize-winning crups. Not to try and force you to jump the wand or anything, but I thought I would let you know it nonetheless.

You should probably also expect a letter from her sometime soon, because she went on and on about asking how you were doing.

WARDED TO CASSIA:

Am I the only one who's for some reason kind of nervous about next Tuesday?

WARDED TO INQUISITORIAL SQUAD:

Has anyone heard anything about if we are to be attending the dance in any sort of official capacity? Surely the Carrows have received word of the backlash from yesterday's announcement, so I was wondering if anyone knew if we were supposed to act as 'chaperones' or - however loosely used - damage control when the dance is finally upon us.

On a slightly related note: I realised I had an extra dress that might be suitable for the dance if anyone is in need of one. It's nothing special, but figured it would not hurt to make the offer.

Even thought there's a few things wrong with it all I really can't wait for the dance because it's been too long since I've had a real opportunity to dance.

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