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[mc_mike]

I sent another owl off to Mum this morning. This whole caretaker business is all to cock. I reassured her that Pansy's alright, that it's fucking unfair to hold her responsible for her father's choices, that Dad would have gone through with it, till I reckon my knacks were bloody ready to fall off. I even explained that Tony -whose opinion has always been more sound than mine in her eyes- knows full well about the Parkinsons and it still didn't stop him from being with her. Using Tony for anything in the past has always gone in my favour, but if it doesn't sodding work now ... best be enough to convince her, I can't spend my ruddy summer holed up at Mona and Graham's with them watching Alex and me like we're bloody theives, waiting for the perfect time to nick their pen knife collection or some shite like that. Can't stand listening to them run off at the trap about how mum's life would have been easier if she never had us and if she'd never married my dad, either. Fucking cheers, yeah? She's got to see reason and change her mind. She can't bloody do this to us. I know that if she could change it, she would, and it's not her fault that fucking Death Eaters killed ... but shite.



Sodding hell, it still hurts. Odd, that. Don't know why I thought it bloody wouldn't, not this much.


Padma says that even though a person may physically die, it doesn't necessarily mean that their awareness dies as well. It makes it a mite easier to accept. Don't know if it's true or not, but I reckon I'd like to think it is.



She's ... yeah. She's brilliant. Tony's right. I am one lucky bastard.

Just need to spread my luck to hols.