Order Only: Private message to Charlie Weasley

[alt_bill]

I'm watching the whole brouhaha over Hydra Lestrange and Justin Finch-Fletchley, and I daren't open my trap to say a single word about the situation. That'd be the pot calling the kettle black, wouldn't it, and I'd have the whole Order howling at me about hypocrisy.

But I'm wincing, thinking how Alice must have felt when she first found out about me and Rachel Brodie.

Which is at an interesting stage right now. A lot of...frisson. Sometimes downright fraught frisson.

It's still wonderful. But complicated.

I'm taking a small flat and moving out of the Burrow, at the end of the month. That's not entirely unrelated.

I've reestablished lunches with Percy on Wednesdays. I'm playing it as coldly as I can, which oddly enough seems to suit him just fine, since he's just as contemptuous back at me. It'll be amusing to see which of us can freeze the other's bits off first with our icy politesse. I'm making it clear that I've reestablished the connection just to use him, which in turn makes him willing to talk to me because he thinks he's using me in return.

I'll see what I can get from him tomorrow.

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[alt_charlie]

I know. I'm reading along the whole thing and I keep thinking of half a dozen things I could say and I keep putting my quill down because nobody wants to hear me putting my two knuts in.

The whole situation suddenly all just seems so complex and fragile and ready to fall apart at any minute. And we were doing so well for a while, too.

And I keep meaning to say thanks for being willing to deal with Percy. I know one of us should, I just don't think I could. He crossed every one of my lines at least twice, you know?

Let me know if you want help decorating the flat. Unless you can get that help elsewhere. (Tip learned the hard way: never argue about curtains for more than fifteen minutes. It never ends well.)