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[ Private to Self ]
I haven't felt this defeated since Ing died.
I'm the biggest fecking fool in the world.
Everyone's right. How the bloody hell did I let myself get into that situation--
At first I wanted to grab that bitch Nanette around the neck and strangle her.
But now, I mean, fecking hell. I can deal with Snape shitting on me. I expect that. But, fecking hell, Hermione too? Gods, I sure as hell didn't know that she could rip someone up like that. At the same time I can't stop thinking about her crying. Shite. Shite. Shite. And then JUNE. What's she going to say? Gods. And she'll be in the dungeon all week listening to Snape tell her what an arsehole I am.
This won't... make her cry... will it?
Oh, Ing... You always told me you were going to make a gentleman out of me. I've turned out like shite. You must be so disappointed in me.
I'm so sorry.
[/ Private to Self ]
There was so much more that wasn't said in that interview. I told that slag of a reporter that I thought they should start taking people off the Registry. And .. shite. More. I can't remember it all.
I'm sorry, they twisted it so much.
I'd like to see all of you have some bitch come at your with questions about your dead wife until you feel like you've gone hollow and then answer hard questions.
OW
[ Private to June Connors ]
Most especially to you, June, shite, I know that
I know you hate me but
I want to explain
Don't tell me
Sorry. I know you hate the sound that makes.
What I want to say is, ah, that... That... I'm sorry. That's not what I wanted to say.
Don't worry. You wont have to see be around see my ugly mug anymore. I'm forbidden to be near the dungeons -- not like I'd go there anyways. And I won't be at the Malfoy party.
Please, tell me that you got that apology, otherwise I'm going to --
This might sound stupid, but did you get an owl from the ministry?
Sorry, again.
-Oliver
[ / Private to June Connors ]
[ Private to Self ]
Ing.
I don't have anything left but Wini, and Quidditch.
I can't do this.
There's nothing.
How can.... Nothing is working... Except Quidditch. I'm a shite father.
Maybe I'll go ahead and let Mum take Wini. She deserves better.
[ / Private to Self ]