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Heeeey, everybody; I called the hospital earlier to see if there was anything they could tell me about making sure I hadn't got Sirja exposed or anything and Severus (Snape, I think) came by to check on her. He warded an apartment down the hall and said I should stay in there with her 'til ... there are no more fucking zombies, I figure, aaand to keep traffic to a minimum because wards are like...shoes that get worn out when you do them in a hurry. Summer sandals. I don't know, it was a weird fucking metaphor. So we're down here! And we're okay. Just FYI to everybody.
I am changing diapers in a zombie crisis. What is my life.