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alt_billThanks for coming over for dinner last night. I hope you didn't have to use too much of that Auror bravery to face Mum across a dinner table.
I learned more about Ron's internship from listening to him talk with you than he's been willing to say about it directly, so thank you for that, too.
It wasn't quite a usual normal Weasley Sunday night dinner because the decision about Percy has been hanging over all our heads. Mum was pretty subdued, comparatively. And the twins didn't play a practical joke on anyone.
I learned more about Ron's internship from listening to him talk with you than he's been willing to say about it directly, so thank you for that, too.
It wasn't quite a usual normal Weasley Sunday night dinner because the decision about Percy has been hanging over all our heads. Mum was pretty subdued, comparatively. And the twins didn't play a practical joke on anyone.
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Date: 2014-07-07 06:59 pm (UTC)I don't know if your Mum mentioned, though, Ron and I stepped outside before dessert for a bit more of a private chat about the internship, and your Mum came out and overheard a bit. Which is why things got rather awkward over the pie.
I probably shouldn't have -- not at the family dinner, I mean, even brought things up. But your brother's so busy it would've been difficult to find another time to talk. And I have an idea of what things are like for him.
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Date: 2014-07-07 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-08 02:02 am (UTC)Huh, that's maybe why she switched from calling you 'Rachel' to 'Auror Brodie' when she was handing around the pie.
You know there's sometime my Dad always used to say to us, when she was grumbling about something or someone she didn't like: 'You know your Mum, she usually comes around. She just has to fret a bit first.' It was usually true. Mum can't help but like people, although she may fuss about things for awhile first--the way Poppy does.
I don't think she'll hold your job against you or the things you have to do in the end. After all, she saw all the toll the decisions that Dad had to make took on him. She was fiercely loyal to him and wouldn't allow him to run himself down even when he despaired over what he had to do for his job.
It's a bit harder know, because she's lost him, so she's always fighting her own fears. And we may be grown (mostly) but we're her kids and so naturally she's protective of us. But I think Dad's right. She has a pretty well-tuned sense of justice, so be patient and she'll 'come around.'
I was glad you came. Thank you for rising above the awkwardness and pretending not to notice it.
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Date: 2014-07-08 02:09 am (UTC)No, I haven't.
If you're feeling neglected, I can follow that up with the report containing a twenty-six point comparison of the first six months' expense reports to the first six months of last calendar year. In triplicate, even. Because I'm just that sort of thoughtful bloke.
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Date: 2014-07-08 02:30 am (UTC)I received a bottle of dragon-scale nail varnish. (In red.) Supposedly it makes it possible to use your fingernails as a lethal weapon. It doesn't actually, though it does make it possible to do some significant damage.
Parcel wasn't signed. No sign of curses or tampering with the bottle (they sell it in the Harrod's cosmetics department, and it arrived with the usual seal still on).
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Date: 2014-07-08 03:05 am (UTC)I assumed you ran the standard battery of tests on it to make sure no nefarious intent was involved. But if there wasn't...then who?
It isn't some kind of message from your former compatriots--no. Can't imagine why any of them would be sending you nail varnish.
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Date: 2014-07-08 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-08 03:14 am (UTC)It can't be from Charlie; he would have included a note.
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Date: 2014-07-08 03:47 am (UTC)Maybe we have a joint secret admirer. Someone fancies both of us, thinks they'd like to lure us both in for a closer look.