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[bigbrotherbill]

I'm writing to say goodbye. I'll be leaving as soon as I tie up all my loose ends; I have been here far too long already.

It's not that I don't want to stay. It's just--I need to be somewhere I feel warm, if that's even possible anymore.

I shall miss--well, some of you. I don't quite know where I'm off to, but I'll write when I get there.

Comments

[obviouslynot]

What kind of fool sets out without a destination in mind?

[bigbrotherbill]

This kind.

[obviouslynot]

I gathered as much.

Goodbye, Weasley.

[bigbrotherbill]

You could tag along, you know. If you were utterly desperate and had no other options.

[shutterbugaboo]

Good bye professor. Good luck. Oh, and thanks for that bit of advice I'm not supposed to ever tell anyone you gave me.

[bigbrotherbill]

Cheers, Colin. Come and visit sometime.

I strenuously deny the bestowal of any and all advice.

[shutterbugaboo]

Sure. Maybe I'll come visit with Ginny sometime... just as soon as I figure out where you're going and if Professor Snape is going to be there...

[bigbrotherbill]

You're safe now, Colin. He no longer has the ability to take points from Gryffindor.

[minister_man]

You'd just better write, son, and write often -- or else you'll have your Mum to answer to!

[bigbrotherbill]

Of course, Dad--endless scrolls of letters. Assuming, that is, that Mum sends toffee pudding in return.

[seventhdaughter]

Love you, Bill. Luck.

[bigbrotherbill]

Love you too, Gin, lots.

Promise you'll come and visit. Don't let Mum tell you it's too dangerous or unladylike or anything else.

[seventhdaughter]

Wouldn't miss it, big brother. I'll see you later.