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Aug. 29th, 2015 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_billJustin's funeral was cobbled together in a hurry, and a bit disjointed if any snobs are inclined to be picky, maybe, but it was absolutely heartfelt so nobody gave a damn. Ron gave the eulogy, and he did Justin proud. Hydra held up--well, I've never actually seen her cry before, but she did manage to keep her head held high. Stuck close to Tonks and Sirius.
Ginny came...she actually sat next to Mum and me, and she didn't say much more than 'hi,' but she gave Mum a big hug afterward. Merlin, I was so relieved.
I think it's going to be all right.
Charlie...
If we're lucky, this may be just about the last battle. It would be so effing stupid for me to fall now, when the end is in sight, but what almost happened to Rachel last night scared the shite out me, and I'm not going to ignore the possibility. I sat with her all day, until the funeral, and she's hurting badly, and obviously, wracked by guilt over Justin.
If I don't make it back--obviously, I'm going to do everything I can to try--but if I don't...
I know you'll step in as head of the family, and you'll probably do a better job of it than I did after Dad died. But especially, please watch over Rachel for me. I'm going to write her a letter, and I hope I'll be back tonight and can rip it up, but if I don't make it back, I'm rather afraid for her mental state. She has told me she didn't expect to survive the war, and I don't--I don't want her to be tempted to take steps to make her assumptions true.
You've been the best brother I could have ever had. The very best. Fred and George are good for making me laugh, and for stretching my ingenuity, and for taking the starch and piss out of me, and Ron's great at reminding me not to get too full of myself. Percy, I guess, was an object lesson, and Ginny, oh, I guess she taught me a lot about the mysteries of the female mind. Made it easier when I got married, you know?
But you: you've stuck with me and never given up on me when I was at my very worst. You held up the mirror in my face when nobody else would to remind me what we had to do to live up to what Dad taught us. Thanks for the chess and the late night beers and Firewhiskey, and the fishing, and the Quidditch drills and all the rest.
If the Weasley luck holds, I'll see you tomorrow morning and you can tease me all you like about being a sentimental idiot.
But if it doesn't, I'll see you some day on the other side.
Ginny came...she actually sat next to Mum and me, and she didn't say much more than 'hi,' but she gave Mum a big hug afterward. Merlin, I was so relieved.
I think it's going to be all right.
Charlie...
If we're lucky, this may be just about the last battle. It would be so effing stupid for me to fall now, when the end is in sight, but what almost happened to Rachel last night scared the shite out me, and I'm not going to ignore the possibility. I sat with her all day, until the funeral, and she's hurting badly, and obviously, wracked by guilt over Justin.
If I don't make it back--obviously, I'm going to do everything I can to try--but if I don't...
I know you'll step in as head of the family, and you'll probably do a better job of it than I did after Dad died. But especially, please watch over Rachel for me. I'm going to write her a letter, and I hope I'll be back tonight and can rip it up, but if I don't make it back, I'm rather afraid for her mental state. She has told me she didn't expect to survive the war, and I don't--I don't want her to be tempted to take steps to make her assumptions true.
You've been the best brother I could have ever had. The very best. Fred and George are good for making me laugh, and for stretching my ingenuity, and for taking the starch and piss out of me, and Ron's great at reminding me not to get too full of myself. Percy, I guess, was an object lesson, and Ginny, oh, I guess she taught me a lot about the mysteries of the female mind. Made it easier when I got married, you know?
But you: you've stuck with me and never given up on me when I was at my very worst. You held up the mirror in my face when nobody else would to remind me what we had to do to live up to what Dad taught us. Thanks for the chess and the late night beers and Firewhiskey, and the fishing, and the Quidditch drills and all the rest.
If the Weasley luck holds, I'll see you tomorrow morning and you can tease me all you like about being a sentimental idiot.
But if it doesn't, I'll see you some day on the other side.
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Date: 2015-08-29 09:57 pm (UTC)I'm glad Rachel is all right. And don't worry about anything else. We endure. That's what we do whether it's our idea or not.
I love you too. Don't be an idiot tonight. I'll see you tomorrow.
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Date: 2015-08-30 04:27 am (UTC)You'd better be all right.