alt_charlie: (facepalm)
alt_charlie ([personal profile] alt_charlie) wrote2012-12-28 07:58 pm

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Well. That's over, at least. Judging by the way Bill's reacting -- flipping back and forth between utter horror, and cold and vacant -- it was even worse than we'd expected. He just keeps staring at the wall and

Poppy -- he says he could really use a drink (or "another drink" -- apparently Dolohov took him out right after to answer his questions over a pint, Bill said there might be something useful in there but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it yet). Will it interact or interfere with the potion if I give him a splash? I won't unless you tell me it's all right, and I'm not going to let him pour for himself right now, but if I've ever seen a man in need of a shot, it's him.

All the rest of you -- he's fine, it's over, he's back here at the Burrow, we won't be heading out anywhere else tonight. Mum, Fred, George, we're out back in Dad's the shed -- I conjured a cot and I'm going to try to get him to sleep it off. Don't come back here. Don't come back, don't let Percy or Ginny or Ron come back, as far as you know we're in New London. Trust me.
alt_nymphadora: (Posing)

Re: Private Message to Charlie

[personal profile] alt_nymphadora 2012-12-30 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
I'll say a prayer for that, too. I think I know what that is, more or less.

Because, Charlie, I know they're not making it up, those people who say Dark Magic changes your soul. It's the one thing I ever agreed with Mr Crouch about. And I've seen it over the years with Barty. He was never nice. I don't mean that. But he wasn't twisted back then. Just cold and unsatisfied with his family. (That was mutual, on his father's part, at least--his mother just wanted Barty to be someone he wasn't, which isn't quite the same.). But then he started learning 'the Arts' (they sat that like it's painting or dancing, you know), and he changed. He got hateful and took to holding grudges that were never cleared, and he got more and more violent. And stealthy about it, too. Every time he'd come home for hols, he was scarier.