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alt_poppyIf you were here, I'd be making my way up to see you now, my box of birthday biscuits in hand, for our celebratory cup of tea. And, of course, we wouldn't mention why it was we were no longer raising a dram to toast your health, though Phineas Nigellus might be depended upon to poke his long nose into the conversation and state the uncomfortable truth.
I don't miss our evenings with old Headmaster Black. He's still there, of course, as I found when I met with Dolohov recently. As smug and snide as ever, not least about the way in which Dolohov is making the job his own.
And he is. I know it's unreasonable to fault him for that, and we do know how much worse it might be, and yet... Minerva, he's given the children a duelling course, and already I'm patching up the wounded. Not only that, but he's brought Desai back here.
If anything, she's more potent, a greater threat to them. And it does give me pause... does Dolohov... or Voldemort... have some inkling that they may be forced into the field again to defend what they control? Why else would they want her here? Here where she can poach the most promising young wands and prepare them for martyrdom.
You know, I'm finding it very hard, accepting that you've gone on. My age showing, I suppose, but I miss you.
I'm having a cup of tea and a biscuit now, and after last rounds, I'll raise a dram in your honour.
Rest well, Minerva.
I don't miss our evenings with old Headmaster Black. He's still there, of course, as I found when I met with Dolohov recently. As smug and snide as ever, not least about the way in which Dolohov is making the job his own.
And he is. I know it's unreasonable to fault him for that, and we do know how much worse it might be, and yet... Minerva, he's given the children a duelling course, and already I'm patching up the wounded. Not only that, but he's brought Desai back here.
If anything, she's more potent, a greater threat to them. And it does give me pause... does Dolohov... or Voldemort... have some inkling that they may be forced into the field again to defend what they control? Why else would they want her here? Here where she can poach the most promising young wands and prepare them for martyrdom.
You know, I'm finding it very hard, accepting that you've gone on. My age showing, I suppose, but I miss you.
I'm having a cup of tea and a biscuit now, and after last rounds, I'll raise a dram in your honour.
Rest well, Minerva.