three_broomsticks | Owl Post meme, a bit late, sorry sorry.

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Owl Post meme, a bit late, sorry sorry.

OWL MAIL

Wizards might not text with a mobile phone all that often, but they do have other methods of communication available when it comes to a quick chat with their mates (or enemies) at any hour of the day.

Post your characters, name, and preferences in the title area. You can include a generic starter if you want, or just post a blank. Anything goes.

1. OWL MAIL
This might be a little slow for quicker chats, especially if you're close by, but it's good to give the bird some exercise!

2. FIRE CALL
Just pop your head into that fire and chat away. Probably not recommended for drunken calls.

3. ENCHANTED MIRROR
Those little reflective surfaces that show your friend's face whenever you might need to tell them something. Maybe you can enchant them to connect to any reflective surface around your chosen contact? (Maybe not the bathroom...)

4. HOWLERS
Ever received one? It's supposed to be absolutely horrible.

5. OTHER MAGICAL COMMUNICATION
The ones above are hardly the only way wizards can reach out to each other for a quick chat. Feel free to invent new items or use something like enchanted notebooks that you write in and the other sees the text at their end. You could also use flying letters, talking portraits, or, well, cellphones, if you will.

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Didn't say I wouldn't come, did I?

Love,

Aisling

Well, I was just making sure. We won't have much time, I don't want to spend it fighting.

[ By the time she hears from Narcissa again, Remus has returned to her. Things are still... tense, to say the least. But they are both trying their best.

The confirmation that Narcissa does want to get out is extremely useful, if only because it tells her that there is someone close to Voldemort who might if nothing else be willing to drop the tiniest hints about how to stop him if she can. ]

You're right, I don't think we'll ever be able to understand each other very well.

[ She doesn't mention the fact that actually her mother doesn't speak much of her sisters at all. Somehow she has a feeling it would be more hurtful than thinking that Andromeda has spent much time painting them as villains. ]

There is always a point in fighting oppression. I would never be able to look myself in the mirror if I did anything else.

[ Because yes, the world is a big place. She and Remus could probably run and hide somewhere. But how could they live with themselves then? ]

Whatever you have done to live with your own decisions, I don't think it would work for me. But for what it's worth, I wish you luck in keeping your son safe. I sincerely hope I never have to fight him.

[ Remus was not a wealthy man, and Tonks has certainly never been rich either. It's easy to tell that these clothes are costly beyond anything she would ever have been able to buy for Teddy, even with her mother's help.

Does it occur to her to burn it? Yes. But then Teddy catches sight of the chameleon, and his little hands reach for it, and she can't bright herself to not give it to him. Too much has been taken from him already.

So she lets him have it, and she sits down to write a letter to Narcissa. ]

Narcissa,

Honestly I'm too damn tired to be angry right now. There's been too much of it already. And enough hate to last us all a lifetime. I might feel differently if I was speaking to you in person rather than trying to write something that makes sense.

I don't know what I would say to you if you were here right now. Probably things I might later come to regret. Hurtful things that I would mean from the bottom of my heart, at least in that moment.

Thank you for the clothes, he does need them and I haven't exactly been in the mood for shopping lately. He's growing bigger every day. He smiled for the first time yesterday. It was his father's smile.

He loves his chameleon. Mum actually tried to take it from him and he cried like a banshee.

[ She should probably say that she is happy for Narcissa that her son still has a father, but she can't. She can't even think it without wanting to scream.

Lucius Malfoy, that bigoted, sadistic coward got to live while her Remus had to die. ]

Dora Lupin

[ Not the least bit repentant. He doesn't even know what he's said, does he? Or is he that far gone and brainwashed that they've finally wiped out his brother and replaced him with this?

Sirius is sorely tempted to use magic to make his point, but using magic is just the same as being a Black, and he's not like that lot anymore. The only similarities is the surname.

Which means he's charging at his brother with the goal of tackling him from the middle and straight to the ground. ]

You're the wanker, you little shite!

i'll give it to you this time because you're being so protective of your new baby love but get off it, mate

good. i'll hold you to that

also say hi to remus for me and lily, we're having the best bloody time

whatever, prongs!!

but oh hell YES i cant wait to hear all about it, im sure its incredible, though i hope you arent missing me too much

Moony,

There's only one problem with that theory, and it's that I'm just as outwardly polite as you are. Perhaps even more so, and yet she hit me over the head with a rolled up copy of the Daily just last week. There's no winning with that one.

Remus, my heart feels like it is being torn into pieces knowing that you have so little faith in me. I find it fair to say that I know you and I would never do anything that I thought you'd find unpleasant, especially on a day as important as James' Stag Party. Perhaps I plan on dragging us all to the ballet, or getting you a dancer that performs a visual interpretation of your favorite book. You truly think the worst of me. Finally, how dare you. I am charming (not cute), at a minimum, at all times. The eyes are an added bonus for special occasion.

Realizing I was never loved by you at all,
A Heartbroken Padfoot

P.S. If you know the importance of respecting it then you know the importance of me warning you to do so, if only to cover my bases.

Poor, abused Padfoot,

And yet, it is you who gets beaten with the paper and not I, so there must be a flaw in your logic. I think you're just upset that there's someone in this world who may perhaps like me better than they like you. Or at least pretends to.

I don't think the worst of you, I only think of you, my dear, terribly annoying, but endlessly entertaining friend. You can't pull me along on this guilt trip, I am immune to your crocodile tears. Also, I do hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you are indeed quite cute. Cute is just about what dogs are best at, you realize, unless you really want to count the drooling and the producing of unpleasant smells. You are charming only sometimes.

Not in any way falling for your sad proclamations,
Your dearest Moony

P.S. No, I'm rather cross with you to be honest, for even so much as entertaining the idea that I might disrespect it. And here you are saying I think the worst of you. If you can't trust me with your mane, how could you trust me with anything at all?

Cruel, callous Moony,

I think it's quite safe to say that there are several people who like you better than they like me, and the enjoyment you get out of rubbing said fact in my face is heartless. Also, you cheated.

Well then, if that's how you feel then perhaps I will get you an inappropriate dancer after all, since it is what you'll be expecting no matter what I say. Remember that you've done this to yourself, though. Certainly not my fault. I've never smelled unpleasant in my life, how could you even suggest such a thing? And yes, fine. I will accept cute, but keep it between us. I have a reputation, after all.

Your poor, abused, abandoned friend,
Sirius

P.S. You happily talk about stuffing my corpse after my death to use for a footrest but when I ask it to be properly maintained you are the one who gets cross?

How much chocolate have you been eating?

My sensitive, tender-hearted Sirius,

You know, I don't think I've ever paid proper due to your incredible ability to flit back and forth between arrogance and humility. I'm not sure I'd say several, you've always been terribly likable and you know it, Sirius Black. How have I cheated? Because I lied about it?

Oh no, I'm so very surprised. Thunderstruck. How ever could I have brought this inappropriate dancer down on my own head. You've won the day today, hero, but I'll be back. And please, my sensitive nose says otherwise; perhaps you've simply gone nose-blind to your natural dog stinks. But you needn't worry, I wouldn't dream of sharing your cuteness with anyone else, it's only for me.

Your heartless, hateful imprisoner,
Remus

P.S. Of course. I don't see the problem, here. Stuffing your corpse is entirely acceptable. Unorthodox, perhaps, but a perfectly good way to appreciate your memory. Of course I would properly maintain you, after going to all that trouble.

Not enough, I think.

if you think i'm mooning after your sorry arse during my honeymoon, you are sorely mistaken, mate

i am with the little wife, the potters are having fun.

I am not a lightening up type of person.

Sincerely,
Nott.

What type of person are you then?

- Davies

[Regulus doesn't even have a moment to shout out his brother's name before Sirius' shoulder catches him in the stomach and knocks the breath from him, and he lands hard with Sirius already rearing back to punch him.

He throws an arm up to protect his face as he hits out at Sirius' shoulder.]

What the hell is wrong with you, Sirius, get off me, get off!

[He's already squirming, trying to shove and defend himself and fumbling for his wand, all at once.]

| Oh, Narcissa would be upset after hearing that her sister doesn't speak of her at all – then again, it is precisely what she has been doing ever since the day Andromeda walked out. Mostly. Andromeda isn't completely gone, there are plenty of people eager to remind her and Bellatrix, but she isn't spoken of as a person, ever. She's an incident.

Like Tonks being an auror.

Or marrying a werewolf.

Or being pregnant.

There is something horrifying in the idea that people can be reduced like that. She can't help but wonder if that is the kind of thinking that makes it possible for them to murder each other. |

I hope he never has to fight you, either. He is seventeen, he hasn't finished school. How much of a match can he be to a trained auror?

Our decisions aren't so different, yours and mine. We both did what we thought would be best for our child, our husband. And now we discover that there may not have been a decision that would have lead us to safety.

| She hasn't lost Lucius, never more than temporary, but she remembers the despair she had felt when she thought she might. There were brushes, more than once, and they cling to her. When he didn't come home after being summoned by the Dark Lord, when He had fallen for the first time and Lucius had been taken to court. She had held Draco, still a baby, and wondered what to do if this was it, for him.

But it had never come to pass, that worst case scenario. He was asleep, now, she could see him lying on the bed from her spot in the study. He wasn't fine, but he was alive, and she was privileged. Tonks had not been granted this privilege.

She keeps the letter.

A few months later, the same owl returns to Tonks with yet another package – just as big. |

Dear Nymphadora,

they grow so fast, and they outgrow even faster – I thought Teddy might like some of these. | Clothing, so much clothing. It's as if Narcissa, as a new mother, did nothing but dress her child, three times a day. | The book is a lifesaver; you may already have one like it. It deals with all the teething troubles and other childhood maladies, plus the first exploits of magic.

The pictures are of your mother, as a child. I found them recently. Perhaps she would like to keep them, though I doubt it – in either case, it might be nice for you to have them.

Narcissa

| The photographs show a young Andromeda, in all stages. A small child, laughing, a young girl with her Hogwarts letter, unwrapping gifts, climbing trees, toddling after a house elf. She is alone in all of them, Narcissa was careful to make sure of that when she selected them. |

[ The photos make her cry, as so many things seem to do these days. She never used to be one for crying, laughter always seemed to come so much easier than tears. Now she can't remember the last time she really laughed.

The clothes are a welcome gift, sparing her the agony of having to go out and buy some. Morphing has become so difficult, but she can't bear the sympathy in people's eyes when she goes out on errands as herself. ]

Mother isn't quite ready yet to accept your olive branches, but I will keep the photos safe until she is.

Thank you for the book, so many things about babies leave me stumped. Auror training does in no way prepare you for parenthood. I suppose maybe nothing really does.

How is your family? I imagine things have not been easy.

[ She can't quite feel any pity for Lucious still, but does feel some for Draco. He was just a boy after all. ]

Thank you for thinking of me and Teddy.

Dora

In a one on one duel? Probably not much, which will make it a lot easier to avoid harming him.

Safety might not ever have been an option, but I know I will be able to live with myself and my choices regardless. Can you say the same?

You know I can't stay mad at you, lovely.

We are close to three decades of silence; this cannot be fixed with pictures, though I hope you liked them nevertheless.

I handled the baby times fairly well, myself, it's the toddler years that I struggled with the most. The most random of things are cause for anger or tears. I suppose Teddy, as a metamorphmagus, might leave you clues in colours?

Lucius is grappling with life and "values" – there has been some restructuring in those for me, and we are confronted with things we do not see eye to eye on – and Draco... Well, it is almost September, and I have been trying to persuade him to return to Hogwarts. He is struggling with guilt, and shame, and, I suspect, with the things he has seen, and there is a rift between him and his father that will take time to mend.

If there is anything Teddy and you could need, please let me know. This is what I ought to have done for Andromeda and you so many years ago, and I failed – I will try my hardest not to fail you again, until such a time as you ask me to stop.

Narcissa

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

I chose family, many years ago. Could I have foreseen what my family would become? Perhaps, but hindsight is always perfect. I was younger than my son is now when your mother left, who was I supposed to believe? The sister who threatened to leave me behind, or the mother, father, and sister who wouldn't?

My choice was easy, because unlike your mother's, it was the easy choice. Merlin, they wear identical robes and masks to make ignorance even easier, even for people like me, because you hardly ever know who committed which atrocious crime, and who wants to believe that they will be sharing a dinner table with murderers while they are reading the morning news? It's different now. I am asking myself questions, this time, that I didn't know of during the first war. But my decisions are stacking up, and all I can say for myself is that my family is still alive. And perhaps I can see them through this.

They were lovely. Mum doesn't talk much about that time in her life, it was nice to get a glimpse of it.

You're right, you can figure some things out based on his hair colour, though it took me a while to figure out what they mean. It's not like there is a very natural logical leap to make between magenta and "I just shat myself".

I take your words to mean that your husband's values remain mostly unstructured?

If you think I can help your kid somehow, I'll try.

I wish we could have been a family instead of what we became. For so many reasons. I'm glad that you are trying now, late as it might be.

Dora

I won't hurt any children wrapped up in this mess if I can help it.

I suppose a lot of things were different during the first war. I still don't think I could have just ignored the fact that people I loved were doing heinous things.

Then again I've never had your values either.

I have been trying to find more since you wrote this, but it's difficult to find some of just your mother. It used to be the three of us, a lot, and more so in photographs.

I have to admit, I laughed. This could be an early sign of a sense of humour, no?

Lucius and I were raised on the same rhetorics: blood can be diluted until the magic in it is gone, and the muggle-led witch burnings were a nearly successful genocide. Lucius and I are also both very much capable of performing a flame-freezing spell, and yet the idea of witches and wizards actually dying, as opposed to faking their deaths and disappearing in large numbers, persists over the factual truth. This is about the trust we had in our parents, pride, dignity, honour. He can't believe he followed all the 'rules' and yet lost them all. He knows he only lived because I lied, and yet, I lied. I would like to say that time can fix this, but there are no promises to be made.

His attention is mostly on the peacocks, perhaps that is his idea of peace.

What Draco needs is a set of parents who have become disillusioned by the idea of a perfect pureblood society some seventeen years ago. I don't think anyone can give him that, so in lieu, I am trying to steel him. Thank you for the offer – I let him know, and while he looked confused, it got something of a nod out of him. Perhaps this is all it took, already.

I wish so, too. So much has been lost.

Narcissa

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