Order Only: Private Message to Bill Weasley

[alt_charlie]

You around, or you still trying to hold Mum back from storming the school with wand drawn?

I'm still so furious. Ugh.

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[alt_bill]

Mum's about done in. Hair every which way and eyes red from crying.

I'm actually tempted to pour a tot of Dad's Firewhiskey for her.

Except she'd probably choke to death on it. She has no head for the stuff at all.

[alt_bill]

Charlie?

[alt_charlie]

Yeah?

[alt_bill]

I hate this.

[alt_charlie]

Oh, Bill.

I do too. I do so much. I wish --

Well. You know what I wish.

Can I do anything to help you?

[alt_bill]

You've been doing it right now. Thank you.

I'm probably going to get to bed soon. I have a terrible headache. Bottled up wrath, no doubt.

Hope the Hogwarts contingent sleeps all right.

[alt_charlie]

You know I'm always here to listen whenever you need me to.

And yeah. Bed is a good plan. Give Mum half a shot of the Firewhiskey in a whole bunch of tea, you take it neat, and I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?

Everything always looks better in the morning.