Private message to Ron Weasley
Jan. 4th, 2013 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_billI'm sorry.
I've written several drafts of this, and that's always the way it starts. I'm really sorry.
You're absolutely right. Dad would never have done such a thing. That thought just kills me, because I already feel I'm never gonna live up to his example. Blowing things so badly with you just underscores that.
No wonder you want to help. You couldn't feel otherwise, being Arthur Weasley's son. I was wrong to accuse you of having other motives, and I was absolutely dead wrong to try that spell on you, and again, I'm really sorry.
If you're willing to come talk to me, I'd like to offer an apology in person, because you absolutely deserve one. Hell, we'll have Charlie sit on me and hold my wand if that would help. There was something that happened in the last week that maybe is part of the reason I blew up at you like that. But even though that may be an explanation, it's not an excuse.
There will be a conference ofthe W.S. interested parties tomorrow, and I'll present your request to them.
In the meantime, if you're willing to talk, I'll answer some questions. I promise faithfully that whatever I tell you will be the truth. I'll even swear to it, by any oath you consider binding. I won't be able to answer all of them, mind, at least until the decision is made on your request. What's more, I suspect you won't walk away with any less unanswered questions than you have now, by the end of our conversation. Just different ones.
Frankly, I suspect your proposal will be turned down, given past history and decisions. But we can talk about other ways you might be able to help, even if your request isn't granted.
That's all, then, until we talk. Just--
Forgive me.
Addendum: If it helps any, Fred and George woke me out of a sound sleep this morning by upending a bucket of water on my head. They then told me I was a git and marched back out the door.
I've written several drafts of this, and that's always the way it starts. I'm really sorry.
You're absolutely right. Dad would never have done such a thing. That thought just kills me, because I already feel I'm never gonna live up to his example. Blowing things so badly with you just underscores that.
No wonder you want to help. You couldn't feel otherwise, being Arthur Weasley's son. I was wrong to accuse you of having other motives, and I was absolutely dead wrong to try that spell on you, and again, I'm really sorry.
If you're willing to come talk to me, I'd like to offer an apology in person, because you absolutely deserve one. Hell, we'll have Charlie sit on me and hold my wand if that would help. There was something that happened in the last week that maybe is part of the reason I blew up at you like that. But even though that may be an explanation, it's not an excuse.
There will be a conference of
In the meantime, if you're willing to talk, I'll answer some questions. I promise faithfully that whatever I tell you will be the truth. I'll even swear to it, by any oath you consider binding. I won't be able to answer all of them, mind, at least until the decision is made on your request. What's more, I suspect you won't walk away with any less unanswered questions than you have now, by the end of our conversation. Just different ones.
Frankly, I suspect your proposal will be turned down, given past history and decisions. But we can talk about other ways you might be able to help, even if your request isn't granted.
That's all, then, until we talk. Just--
Forgive me.
Addendum: If it helps any, Fred and George woke me out of a sound sleep this morning by upending a bucket of water on my head. They then told me I was a git and marched back out the door.
