Journal- 17th, Late Night before midnight.
[Privy to ME]
(Handwriting is slanted, and rushed. End of sentences dribble off, as if the writer’s hand was very heavy to lift off the paper.)
Minister is a fucking wanKer. Ministry-- what a load of shite.
Note to self: Blow up the building.
Also Note to Self: Find out about Auror living with Remus and lot.
I get what I deserve. Next time I'll just keep my mouth shuttt. No... this will be, good. Good and we can.. I can... kill Fenrir.
I'm tired.
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[Privy to true friends]
(Handwriting is slanted, and rushed. End of sentences dribble off, as if the writer’s hand was very heavy to lift off the paper.)
If you need me, uh... don't look here. If you can get in here. I mean... I'm not going to be here anymore. Where is here? OH-oh..yeah... I'm with Charlie. I'm not with with Charlie, I mean I'm at his place. Not now, in a minute. And tomorrow. And the next day. and the next day.
Ok so now you know. Good night.
OH! My love (squiggle heart) & Heart, to the Weasleys. I'm sorry.
Tonks~
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