Ta, luv. I don't know how you manage to do it, but you somehow always know when I need to hear happy cheerful things and provide them in spades. Tell Miss Bea hullo from me, and give her a few kisses on account. I'll stop in and make good on them in a few days once things calm down here a bit.
(And, you know, I was just saying to Poppy that Mum seems to be doing a bit better yesterday and today, having Bill to fuss over. Maybe sometime later this week you should drop by for a visit, and bring Little Miss Early Bird along with you. We can maneuver her into Mum's hands and pretend that wasn't our purpose all along.)
I won't lie, last night while I was sitting with him, all I could think about was how they say casting the Dark Arts hurts your soul to do. And watching him pace, and snap at me, and lose his temper at jokes that would have made him laugh two days ago, well. Only the second time in my life I've ever prayed for anything, but I was praying with every bit of me that just being at a nightmare like that wouldn't be enough to do it.
But when he woke up this morning -- afternoon, really -- he was a little better. Quieter, and I still don't like the look in his eye, but a little better. I'm mostly trying to keep him away from Ron and Ginny so he doesn't bite their heads off, since they wouldn't understand. He can take it out on me all he's a mind to, it just rolls right off, but I don't want him saying something to them he'd regret later.
And once this is all done with, and he's back to his usual sunny self, I'll trade in all the favours he's been racking up!
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Date: 2012-12-30 04:49 am (UTC)(And, you know, I was just saying to Poppy that Mum seems to be doing a bit better yesterday and today, having Bill to fuss over. Maybe sometime later this week you should drop by for a visit, and bring Little Miss Early Bird along with you. We can maneuver her into Mum's hands and pretend that wasn't our purpose all along.)
I won't lie, last night while I was sitting with him, all I could think about was how they say casting the Dark Arts hurts your soul to do. And watching him pace, and snap at me, and lose his temper at jokes that would have made him laugh two days ago, well. Only the second time in my life I've ever prayed for anything, but I was praying with every bit of me that just being at a nightmare like that wouldn't be enough to do it.
But when he woke up this morning -- afternoon, really -- he was a little better. Quieter, and I still don't like the look in his eye, but a little better. I'm mostly trying to keep him away from Ron and Ginny so he doesn't bite their heads off, since they wouldn't understand. He can take it out on me all he's a mind to, it just rolls right off, but I don't want him saying something to them he'd regret later.
And once this is all done with, and he's back to his usual sunny self, I'll trade in all the favours he's been racking up!