I think examining our security procedures is a good idea. I'd be willing to put heads together with you and Kingsley about that.
I think I might want to increase our wards on the Burrow, too. Just for my own peace of mind.
Trying to get numb...yes. That seemed awfully appealing this week. In fact, Poppy's potion, despite the reason I took it, felt almost like a relief, right when I downed the dose. It did make it seem as if nothing mattered.
Maybe that's why coming off of it was so difficult. I was an absolute beast to Charlie during the withdrawal.
I just didn't want to come back.
However, I don't intend to take it again. Don't want to start down that road, either. I'm going to have to figure this out, how to pick myself and go on without any props or crutches. Somehow.
Oh, Frank, I just miss him so much. I talked to him almost every day, had lunch with him several times a week. And I always came back every Sunday night for dinner. He was my sounding board, my confidante, my, well, my father confessor. Literally. I talked to him more than I talked with anyone. I know Mum's feeling the same way; it's just an ache, because you keep reaching out for him, and he's not there.
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Re: Private message to Frank Longbottom
Date: 2012-12-30 05:59 pm (UTC)I think I might want to increase our wards on the Burrow, too. Just for my own peace of mind.
Trying to get numb...yes. That seemed awfully appealing this week. In fact, Poppy's potion, despite the reason I took it, felt almost like a relief, right when I downed the dose. It did make it seem as if nothing mattered.
Maybe that's why coming off of it was so difficult. I was an absolute beast to Charlie during the withdrawal.
I just didn't want to come back.
However, I don't intend to take it again. Don't want to start down that road, either. I'm going to have to figure this out, how to pick myself and go on without any props or crutches. Somehow.
Oh, Frank, I just miss him so much. I talked to him almost every day, had lunch with him several times a week. And I always came back every Sunday night for dinner. He was my sounding board, my confidante, my, well, my father confessor. Literally. I talked to him more than I talked with anyone. I know Mum's feeling the same way; it's just an ache, because you keep reaching out for him, and he's not there.