Order Only Private message to Tonks
Oct. 29th, 2014 07:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_charlieHow're you doing, love? I've been thinking about you ever since I left Grimmauld Sunday night. You know that if there's anything I can do for you, I will. Anything at all.
And, listen. This isn't the right time to decide anything, since it's never good to make huge decisions when everything else is falling apart, but I keep thinking about what you said Sunday night. About that twenty minutes you spent terrified I'd snuck in without you seeing me and Sirius and Remus and Ellie and I were all caught up in the raid and dead (or as good as) and you'd be left without any family at all.
Let's sit Mum down sometime in the next week or two and tell her. Because this whole mess brought home the fact that you're right, any and all of us might wind up dead (or as good as) any day now, and Fortuna forbid, if the worst happened I'd feel so much better knowing you had Mum to lean on. Not that she wouldn't be there for you anyway, but you know what I mean.
I hope things have calmed down there some. I keep looking over my shoulder and waiting for somebody to show up and question me, but so far, nothing. (Although -- get this. Dree and Em saw the story in the paper the other morning. Dree looked at it, looked at me, looked back at it, and said something about how the Prophet was nothing but a load of rubbish and pitched it into the fire. And Em just kept drinking his tea. I didn't think either of them would grass, but I'm pretty sure wild horses couldn't drag it out of them.)
And, listen. This isn't the right time to decide anything, since it's never good to make huge decisions when everything else is falling apart, but I keep thinking about what you said Sunday night. About that twenty minutes you spent terrified I'd snuck in without you seeing me and Sirius and Remus and Ellie and I were all caught up in the raid and dead (or as good as) and you'd be left without any family at all.
Let's sit Mum down sometime in the next week or two and tell her. Because this whole mess brought home the fact that you're right, any and all of us might wind up dead (or as good as) any day now, and Fortuna forbid, if the worst happened I'd feel so much better knowing you had Mum to lean on. Not that she wouldn't be there for you anyway, but you know what I mean.
I hope things have calmed down there some. I keep looking over my shoulder and waiting for somebody to show up and question me, but so far, nothing. (Although -- get this. Dree and Em saw the story in the paper the other morning. Dree looked at it, looked at me, looked back at it, and said something about how the Prophet was nothing but a load of rubbish and pitched it into the fire. And Em just kept drinking his tea. I didn't think either of them would grass, but I'm pretty sure wild horses couldn't drag it out of them.)