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Friday, June 30th, 2006
10:15 pm
It's rather a short letter.

But Snape writes it with care, his quill moving with slow, fluid strokes over the fine parchment. The jet black ink glimmers, and then dries, soaking into the parchment. It has a look of permanance, of finality.

Snape appreciates that.

He pauses, for a moment, before signing his name. Should it somehow fall into the wrong hands, it would all be for--

But, no.

No.

In another day, maybe two, it won't matter any longer, one way or the other.

And Albus Dumbledore deserves this much from him.

Severus Snape seals up the letter, charming it shut. He doesn't need to add the sealing wax, the vivid blotch of scarlet pooling on the scroll like magma, but it's a process. A ritual.

There are things we all must do, because they need to be done.

The owl flies away, and Snape settles himself in his armchair.

Mustn't let his tea get cold.



Albus,

Tomorrow night.

Severus

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Monday, June 20th, 2005
4:20 pm
Mr. Wrangle,

I managed to reach the place where Miss Tonks and Mr. Weasley were being held, a ruined castle on the Dover coast. By the time I got there, however, it seems the two of them had overpowered a rather stupid Death Eater who came in to taunt them for a bit of fun.

They're loose in the castle somewhere; it would be nearly impossible for them to breach the outer walls, but it's possible they have found a hiding place. They most likely have one wand. It is only a matter of time, however, before they are found.

If you are still planning to send aid, it must be done soon. There is no time to waste.

SS

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Thursday, July 22nd, 2004
7:23 pm
*Arrives at the bar, seats down, orders tea and toast and looks around.*

Seems like it was a really wild party. Is there any more butter?

*Has spent the night eating and drinking under the shadow of a tree, a considerable distance away from the lake and the rest of the party, but close enough the see them and hear snatches of conversation, or drunken laughter. Has just gone up to the room he's rented to wash and change himself to make it look as if he's had a full night's sleep.*

I'm not a party person. But the lake looked very nice last night.

Where the hell is that bloody butter?

current mood: awake

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Tuesday, July 20th, 2004
11:39 am - Ooops...
I was going to get a drink at the Hog's head one night. I took a wrong turn and bwam! I don't know exactly what happened, but here I am now, stuck in the Pub at the End of the Universe.

I think this is a good time as any for a drink and a long vacation. The gods know I deserve it. And, this is a very interesting place. Not that I actually talk to anyone, but watching people can be quite fascinating.

Especially the angel and the demon. What a show.

Black is around here, but apart from that, the place is OK.

And very, very far away from The Dark Lord.

current mood: curious

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