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[alt_charlie]

Ever stop and think about what the history books will say about us someday? "They managed to overthrow the dread tyrant, but first they had to bicker themselves stupid."

Merlin, I'm so tired. Think the Dread Tyrant and his flunkies would agree to put things on hold for a week so we could all have a holiday? You likely need one worse than I do. Barring that, do you have any time free this week? Mac and I aren't getting much of anywhere with the centaurs, and I'm still trying to learn enough Gobbledegook to make it through a conversation without offering mortal insult. I'd come down to Laszlo's, but if you need some time off as much as I do, would you like to go find someplace that isn't around any of the rest of that lot and have a nice afternoon or evening out, instead?

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[alt_nymphadora]

Merlin, yes.

Do you really think History will one day say we won?

[alt_charlie]

I have to, don't I? Otherwise I'll go barking.

I don't know if it'll be us that does for the Dread Tyrant in the end. I don't honestly care whether it's us or not, actually, as long as it happens. But I do believe the tide will turn. It has to.

I can't stop thinking about Percy, though. He's bought it all, every last bit they're selling. I've given up hoping -- by now, I'm pretty sure he'd send us all to the camps and never look back, if he found out.

Let's you and me pick a day this week and say the hell with it. I'll take you out on a date (or you can take me out on a date, I'm not fussy) and we can pretend we're young and carefree and not at all going to be in the history books someday.

[alt_nymphadora]

I'm sorry about Percy. Really so sorry. I can't imagine how I'd manage if Bea someday turned against us, but just thinking of it scares me. And I can't think what to say to your mum this morning. It's so awful.

Can you make it to Thursday? I could leave straight after breakfast and be gone until time for work. I'm tempted to say let's just go today, but then I wouldn't have it to look forward to, and I need that.

Do you fancy the coast or a day on the moors or maybe a ramble in the New Forest?

[alt_charlie]

Thursday it is. I agree with you that a proper running away deserves the anticipation. I think that's part of what's been dragging me down lately: too many upcoming things to dread, not enough things to anticipate.

I don't know what to say to Mum either. I haven't for a while. I can't believe Percy's so ... so set on pulling everything down and pissing all over it, just because Mum doesn't live up to his buggering ideal of purebloodedness -- and not just purebloodedness, Malfoy's sort of purebloodedness, all ruling-class as well as master-race. There's a part of me wants to go bash his face in. Or do something to strip Malfoy of his magic and dump him in one of the camps and sodding leave him there. And then there's Bill, and his

sorry, I won't spit up all my family woes on your shoes, even if we're having more than our share of them this month. Let's make a rule for Thursday that we can't talk about anything from the Order, we can't talk about anything depressing, and we can't compain about anything for more than a minute and a half. (I'll bring my watch along to time us.) We'll tell each other more awful jokes and make up horrible lies about all the plants we don't remember from Herbology instead. Bring Little Miss along if you'd like, I could use a heaping dose of her sunshiney self. Or it could just be us if you need a break from being Mum.

A day on the moors suits me just fine. I'll bribe our cook to put together a picnic basket if you scrounge up a few bottles of ale to bring along. And I'm shamefully late for marking your birthday, so I'll see about sneaking into the kitchen to bake you an unbirthday cake.

[alt_nymphadora]

Cake cures all woes. That's the saying, isn't it?

I don't think I will bring Miss Bea, though we could try to make it back to the garden in time to kiss her goodnight. I'd tell you it's because I'd have to be careful what jokes I tell if she's there, but she's already got an appalling vocabulary. You'd think she'd been raised in a beer garden! Truly, they teach her all the vilest songs they know. I'll sing them for you Thursday if we run out of jokes.

.... And she drub, drub, drub, drub, drubbed him
Til he criiiiiiiiiiiied....
Stop, Miss Mary
And pour us some sherry
And we'll go us another round...

That one must have forty verses. Honestly.

[alt_charlie]

Ha. You're lucky, I don't know that one, or else I'd have to kill you for getting it stuck in my head. If you're not careful, I'll teach you and Little Miss Sunshine all umpty verses of "The Dragon-Keeper's Daughter". (I don't think that one goes much past us, but it's absolutely filthy.)

A long ramble with just us sounds like a wonderful plan for our not-a-holiday-holiday. There, and now I have something to look forward to properly. Gives me a bit of a backbone to keep standing until then.