Where Everything Comes to a Head and I Run

Both Junior Ministers for Magic wrote saying that they were taking the casino and all property if we don't get it up by March 15. I don't know how they think they're entitled to anything!

This is entirely unfair.

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Forget unfair, it's sodding criminal. There's to be some law to stop them from doing this. There has to be. Wonder if I can somehow find out information on British bylaws. They can't fucking do this.

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Who's going to stop them? Hell on toast, how can either of us stop them when we've both lost every knut we have into that place???

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We've'n't lost everything. Terry's still backing us, but fuck. I don't even know what we've left to do and I can't ruddy do much from here. I can't even sodding leave because I've to be cleared by my Healer first.

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I've nothing but time on my hands sitting here, and I could leave, but... you know, I don't know what to do.

We need to figure out what to do. Hell on toast.

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We've to finish it, that's what we've to do. There's nothing for it. We're not going to ruddy sell it. We'd come out losing in the end if we did.

You may've to go back, Pansy.

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I have no way to take care of Brennan and I have no money left if I go back. I've got nothing, Michael.

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What about Tony? He's money and my mum could watch Brennan for you while you're overseeing things. I know she's been hard on you, but she's a soft spot for babies and Tony, so Brennan's practically an in with her.

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I'm not asking Tony for anything. He's not part of this project and he's not my husband.

I'll go but it might take me a few days, alright? I won't need your mother's services.

I'll go.

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Hold up. What're you going to do with the ickle one?

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Don't worry about him. Tony will take care of him, won't he? You'll check on them for me, won't you? Or at the very least check on Brennan for me, please.

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Yeah, you know I will, but you're leaving him?

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I'll tell him myself when I can figure out how.

I have to, for all the reasons I've already said. I have to. He won't do it, he won't, and we both know it.

I can't do this anymore. Brennan is better off with him.

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Fuck.

Fucking brilliant.

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No, it isn't, but what else can I do??

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Hear him out.

It's - Jesus Pansy, you two aren't supposed to ruddy wind up this way.

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No, we're not, but we have.

Lucky for him, Laureen and her friends are still about, hm?

I miss him so much and he's right here. What else can I say? He's NOT here, and neither am I. Brennan will be better off without me.

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That's a load of bollocks. Brennan needs his mum and you're a damn fine one. You mightn't have the experience, but you've the maternal instinct and that's a helluva lot stronger than whatever the sod Tony may have.

Sod Laureen. They're both going to need you and Tony can't ruddy say otherwise truthfully.

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She has made her decision.

Let her be.

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Don't argue with him! What if you two have to raise him some day, then what?? Stop arguing!

I have to go. I have to do this, somehow. I have to leave -

Tell me you haven't repainted my room?
Will you send the rest of Brennan's clothing to Australia? Tony might as well use it.

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It is not my fault he is being an idiot.

Everything is as you left it. I have not repainted anything.

I will do that first thing tomorrow morning after I send in an advertisment to The Daily Prophet.

Edited Date: 2008-02-18 08:31 am (UTC)

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You can't tell me you're bloody onboard with this? If anything, Brennan's your godson too. He needs his mum right now, you've to know it.

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The only thing he needs from me, I'll send to Tony.

This is the only way. We're so wrong, Michael, so wrong. I can't take it and I need to leave. He needs me to leave, too.

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Who'm I to stop you if you've your mind made up.

Fucking A.

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Personally I believe Brennan would be better off in the care of a troupe of chimpanzees than Anthony's but I have little say in the matter. What does matter is Pansy's wellbeing and if she is miserable do you not think the child will sense it? Should she continue to suffer in misery because you have a romanticized ideal you cannot bear to see shattered?

How selfless of you.

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Something reeks of ulterior motives.

Could you file a joint contestation or an appeal? It may not make a difference but perhaps it could slow down their hostile takeover and possible delay it.

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Appeal to whom? The Minister who will take their side? My father knows very well how much this venture will make if it's successful. He knows full well and he's doing this to us. To ME.

We can't waste time appealing.

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I was not suggesting simply filing an appeal and spending the next several weeks sipping mai tais whilst waiting for a decision. You could file an appeal in the dismal hope that perhaps it will stall the Ministry's annexation of the property long enough for Bellissima to be completed.

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Where're we at, completion-wise?

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You have a building filled with tables and noisy machines but lack the silver tongued and swift handed staff to swindle your patrons out of their money.

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Did Kevin finish designing the sign??

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If he has I have not seen it.

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I'll be there to help. I don't know when yet but I'll come home.

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Have you seen Tracey's IO?

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Yes, just now. Lisa is performing at Tony's club.

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Where do you think Tracey is?

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I don't know. She doesn't trust me, just like I said.

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What do you mean you've'n't seen it? It's been what, four months since you've asked him? What the hell's he's been doing?

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Floral artistry and high profile assassinations mostly.

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Do me a favour, yeah? Tell Whistler to get off his thumb and get on with the Minister and his minions ASAP.

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So we've to hire staff. That it? That's all that's left?

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In addition to finding security, setting up Floo and Apparition points via the Department of Transportation, acquiring all the required permits for travel and arranging inspections, creation of the house bank, and ordering of food and libations, yes that is all that is left.

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