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[_susie_bones_]

They told me I can go home tomorrow. And my dad somehow convinced my mother that I'll be okay back at the flat. Is my dad a godsend or what? I had to agree to some of her terms, though. So, looks like my mother will be flooing over every afternoon for about an hour. I tried to get her down to 30 minutes, but she wouldn't budge, so I stopped

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[forgedinart]

I don't know why you'd think we wouldn't want you. We'd love to have you. It's a veritable gab-fest. She gets her voice back and two minutes later...

Just come on over. You needn't ask really.

[_susie_bones_]

Well, it's certainly good to see that she's the same old Parvati.

I'll be over shortly.

[cards_n_badgers]

That's great news!

You did tell your mother that I'll be there, didn't you? Well soon anyway. I've boxes of papers I need to get through before I move in. It's all too organised to shift right now. Once I'm finished with them I'll move in. Maybe having your mother check in for a short while will be a good thing. For a short while until I'm there.

In other news, why can't I actually hate him?
I have a few theories.

I'll be over later. Would you like to join me for dinner? We can sample the hospital's questionable cafeteria food together.

[unpetrified]

PM for Ernie: Would my joining you be a good idea? Susie still won't talk to me. (Don't rub it it's no use. I'm feeling rather fucked right now and couldn't possibly think of a good comeback anyway.) On second thought, never mind. I wouldn't want to ruin her evening. You two enjoy yourself. And when you do get to talk to her, a little help would be appreciated. (And my appreciation is basically equivalent to tickets to the next Magpies game and my boundless loyalty and love.) Please, mate. I know you're still a bit pissed off at me being MIA. I'm just really starting to become desperate.

[OOC: Ok so I'm making up this whole Private Messaging option. Just humour me, yeah? Makes for more character interaction. =P]

[cards_n_badgers]

PM for Justin: Yeah, maybe not a good idea right now, mate. You did just disappear. Even I didn't know where you went. I figured you went home to your family. I know you didn't want to be around when she was mourning over Seamus. But you could of stepped in to see if she was alright and let you know you cared. As a friend at least. Not that I'm angry or anything. A tad disappointed maybe. You're a better man than that, Justin.

I could put in a good word, mate. Consequently, how the hell do you keep coming up with wicked tickets? Your a connected bastard, aren't you? No need for the bribes, mate. Not that I'm not taking them. I'll shout us a round of beers as thanks. And desperate isn't a good look on you. Where did that confident lady killer go? Oh, right, you fell hard. Anything for the lady. Welcome to my world.
[OOC: *is humouring you* Ha, no, I think it's a good idea. But wouldn't wizards call them owls? Or, if in the ministry (or some other office/building I guess), charmed paper planes aka memos? Or do you mean give the

[_susie_bones_]

Yeah, she knows. And I don't know if I'd describe my mother checking up on me as a 'good thing', but it shouldn't be too bad. She cares. And I can't say anything bad about that.

Yeah, but I can't, Ernie! I just can't!

I'd love to visit the cafeteria with you. One more day of something that sort of passes as food. If you want to see Parvati, I can hold off on my visit until you're here and we can go together.

[unpetrified]

I am happy that you're recuperating just fine, Susie. I'd visit you at your flat, but I love my body parts and do not want them hexed off by a lovely, an angry, albeit sickly witch.

Please see me soon. I know you basically hate my face for all of eternity, but I think we really need to talk about us things.

Then don't hate him. Even if he was such a massive arsehole.

[_susie_bones_]

I'm not going to be hexing you anytime soon, Justin. I am not above, however, hitting you a couple of hundred times.

Come over to the flat tomorrow after my mom leaves. You can talk. I'll listen.

I don't. I can't.