Yes, I've been poking at what to say. I'll get something written to her this afternoon. I suppose it won't say much more than, 'Dear Auntie N, so sorry for your loss'.
(I'm not sure how I feel about all that. To be honest, I've been thinking about myself so much that I really didn't have any thoughts about it until the meeting. And then, well, the other thing I read when I was looking back in my journal was how we went that winter to see the public display of 'Sirius's body' at Buckingham, and what really struck me when I got there was that the body belonged to somebody. Somebody they'd killed and transfigured and stuck in that box. Somebody with family who'd never know what became of him (or her--it could've been a her).
And I wrote that, and we talked about how appalling it was that Voldemort or the Ministry or whoever would have done that. Sirius said he hoped they'd picked a body out of the morgue, but we knew it could as easily have been someone they just picked at random and murdered.
You see where my thoughts are taking me, don't you?
Ian Flynn was a horrible git. You remember him, don't you? But I looked up his obituary. There was one. He has two children. A toddler and a baby--boy and a girl. And a wife. And parents. And a sister. I'd forgotten about her. She wasn't a bad sort, you know? Younger than we are a few years in my House.
Anywiz, the thing is it's not simple. Except for the part where we're the ones killing people now to make fake corpses of them.)
Oh, do bring Dumbledore round when I get so I can't stand it. Wait till I'm big as an erumpent and bumping into doorways and having to use the loo every six minutes. I'll be looking for people to hex!
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Date: 2014-06-30 09:24 pm (UTC)(I'm not sure how I feel about all that. To be honest, I've been thinking about myself so much that I really didn't have any thoughts about it until the meeting. And then, well, the other thing I read when I was looking back in my journal was how we went that winter to see the public display of 'Sirius's body' at Buckingham, and what really struck me when I got there was that the body belonged to somebody. Somebody they'd killed and transfigured and stuck in that box. Somebody with family who'd never know what became of him (or her--it could've been a her).
And I wrote that, and we talked about how appalling it was that Voldemort or the Ministry or whoever would have done that. Sirius said he hoped they'd picked a body out of the morgue, but we knew it could as easily have been someone they just picked at random and murdered.
You see where my thoughts are taking me, don't you?
Ian Flynn was a horrible git. You remember him, don't you? But I looked up his obituary. There was one. He has two children. A toddler and a baby--boy and a girl. And a wife. And parents. And a sister. I'd forgotten about her. She wasn't a bad sort, you know? Younger than we are a few years in my House.
Anywiz, the thing is it's not simple. Except for the part where we're the ones killing people now to make fake corpses of them.)
Oh, do bring Dumbledore round when I get so I can't stand it. Wait till I'm big as an erumpent and bumping into doorways and having to use the loo every six minutes. I'll be looking for people to hex!