Jul. 27th, 2014

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Ugh. Can't sleep. Or rather, can't stay asleep. It's like the whole house is wrapped in this oppresive cloud of misery. And I think part of it, the misery I mean, is that everyone knew this was coming. He made his decisions a long time ago, and just because we can't trace back to exactly where we lost him doesn't mean we didn't lose him long before yesterday.

But Mum's just absolutely destroyed. Even knowing what was coming didn't make it any easier to bear, I suppose. And -- I guess I can't really blame her? Or, I don't know the best way to say it, except I've been thinking, what if Baby someday decides that becoming a Death Eater is his or her life's ambition, what would I do then? I guess I'm not so much upset at Percy dying as I am upset that Mum's upset.

Percy's ghost appeared to Mum and Ginny, did you hear that? At least he thought it was safe to come home, at the end. I guess that's something.

(I keep thinking, would it help her to feel better if we told her about Baby? Or would it just make things worse?)

Mum's had a brainwave, at least. The big fancy house in New London's between tenants right now, so once they release the body, that's where we'll be holding the vigil and the funeral. Because none of us really want to deal with the prospect of dicking around all the wards to let all the Death Eaters in.

You probably won't want to come by, there's no good way we can explain it, but -- can I come by, sometime this afternoon? Or tonight? I could use an hour or two out of the house.

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