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Pucey...there really are no words. I'm here on parchment if you need to talk, although I suppose that won't be of much use to you.
[The handwriting appears and disappears quickly, as if someone was in a great hurry to erase it and tried a number of charms to no avail until the correct one worked.]
I cannot believe I'm saying this For what it's worth--and I realize that probably isn't much to begin with--I'm sorry. For once in his life, I think things were considerably less fucked up than at any other point in his life right before this happened. I'm not omnipotent, but I do remember what he was like when he was here, and it's a testament to your character, or something of that sort.
Bugger, now I've bloody gone and made things even fucking worse. I can't even fucking console people properly! Fuck it.
We need to do something, and something effective. I still say the 'bugs' are best. Any ideas? Please tell me you've channelled some of that simmering rage of yours into concrete plans. The administration is becoming worse by the day.