| days that were: amelia susan bones |
[04 Dec 2020|09:29am] |
 in a time when your word was true, you gave your heart to the ones you knew. and at the dawn of every day there was a light that you gave to me. you gave yourself to a love that conquers; give everything to a love that conquers. and then you came and you came real close, you gave the heart what it wanted most. you took your time and you made it clear. maybe time will erase some things. you ran away with a love that conquers.( Read more... )
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| 015: april 12, 1981 |
[12 Apr 2012|02:40pm] |
To all those affected by yesterday's events, my thoughts are with you and yours. Let me assure you that I, and my colleagues, will do everything in our power to ensure justice is served.
WARDED TO BRUTUSI'm warning you now that you may not see me for the next -- oh, I don't know -- year? It's so horrible, Brutus. Alastor Moody lost an eye.
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| 014: march 29, 1981 |
[29 Mar 2012|03:29pm] |
As very dearly as I love my job, I never feel very good that an increase in my workload is usually in conjunction with some or another terrible crime. Given I've had very little time to come out from under my paperwork, I've been remiss in extending personal condolences. Let me therefore take this time to say how sorry I am for all of those who have been affected by the Inferi attack. To those who lost love ones, or came close, my thoughts have been with you and will continue to be so. I hope the work my colleagues and I continue to undertake will in some small way show you how very sincerely we wish to see justice served.
Happily, a Mr. Brutus Scrimgeour heroically found and returned my kitten, Amadeus, some weeks ago. An excellent bright spot in an otherwise bleak month.
WARDED TO BRUTUSHow are you? Sleeping well? I see an end to the generally endless paperwork and I intend to be more attentive than I have been. Forgive me?
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| 013: march 7, 1981 |
[07 Mar 2012|02:45pm] |
WARDED TO BONSES, STURGIS PODMORE, ALASTOR GUMBOIL & BRUTUS SCRIMGEOURI wanted to let you all know, formally and, in some instances, for the first time, that I've listened to everyone's good advice and that I have found a new place to live. In fact, I've bought a new place to live. In the interest of not disclosing my new address, I'm trying to limit the people who know to family and close friends. And work. Which is, sadly, both family and a friend, on occasion.
Alastor's agreed to move in with me -- a bit of added security which I'm very grateful for. But -- and here's why I'm really writing, though Cally is exempt -- I might need some help moving this Sunday. And since you're all terribly strong and manly, I thought I'd ask you. See? I'm not asking a favour, I'm paying a compliment!
I haven't heard anything about the cats. Soon, hopefully.
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| 012: february 28, 1981 |
[28 Feb 2012|11:19pm] |
To the Death Eaters who have my cats:
Pursuant to your most recent correspondance, I would like to request my older cat, Helga, be returned to me. As I am currently unable to access my home address, I would ask she be dropped off somewhere along Old Kent Road in Peckham.
Thank you.
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| 011: february 27, 1981 |
[27 Feb 2012|11:11am] |
Peaceful weeks are no longer as comforting as they once were. Nor are the Minister's "fireside chats." It feels as if I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
PRIVATE TO ALASTORI suppose I could wait until I came home this evening, but I thought this shouldn't wait: I've found a house! It's old, which I rather like, and in a nice neighbourhood -- tucked away just enough that perhaps the Death Eaters might have trouble in finding me for a few months. I've spoken with my landlord and am letting my current lease lapse.
So, if the deal closes -- I'm quite confident it will -- I'll be out of your hair at the end of this week. The previous owners have given me a quick closing date. They spend their winters abroad, so my moving in is of little trouble to them.
But -- and please, don't feel obligated -- the house has three bedrooms. Quite a lot for me. So perhaps, if you feel like it, you might move in with me? Which is nothing against your flat -- it's been so comfortable -- but I thought perhaps it might be nice to live with someone else. So. That is my terribly awkward proposal. Please don't feel badly to turn it down, okay?
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| 010: february 19, 1981 |
[19 Feb 2012|01:34pm] |
It seems to me I've wasted a good deal of time already being only half aware of the world. After everything that's happened over the past few weeks, a friend and I decided to get out and escape for an evening into muggle London. Which, I can genuinely say, was such a pleasure. While I'm sure the barmaid thought I was a bit slow -- my knowledge of muggle money is slim at best -- I enjoyed excellent company and felt incredibly welcomed, even if it was somehow clear that I was different. An outsider, somehow. It seems very strange indeed that somehow, despite my work, my family and my friends, I feel more safe amongst perfect strangers than I do in my own community. To think, too, that we might learn something from the hospitality of the very people some of us seek to harm.
And. I'm still looking for my cats, so. Just in case.
WARDED TO KELLY O'CONNORThank you for the drinks -- I had a lovely time! I didn't name you, as I suspect my words will not be taken kindly by some. I'm sorry if I got a bit chatty after the second glass of red. I am not, unfortunately, blessed with genetics that allow me to hold my liquor very well. WARDED TO FEMIE, CALYPSO & BETHThis is a very odd question but -- can any of you teach me how to cook in under five hours?!
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| 009: february 14, 1981 |
[14 Feb 2012|01:38pm] |
WARDED TO THE MEDICAL LABMy house was attacked last night and my cats were kil let loose. A few hours later, I received a -- cat pie. Do you think it would be too much trouble if you tested it? I just -- I'd really like to know for sure. WARDED TO THE DMLE, O'CONNORS
Added after this.I need assistance, immediately -- I believe Saoirse Finnegan may be acting under the Imperius Curse -- she just handed me a box of chocolates and a note from Dea the Death Eaters.
I've included her family in the ward just in case she tries anything. I'm keeping her here but I'm worried -- I think we should get her to see a mediwitch immediately, just to be sure.
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| 008: february 13, 1981 |
[13 Feb 2012|07:48pm] |
I know this is a large order, but please: if you see a grey cat, a Scottish fold or just a sweet, lovely, pointy-eared one, please contact me immediately. I realize London is a big city but it would be -- I would be so grateful.
WARDED TO THE DMLEI know you're probably all getting very tired of me but -- I've just come home and the door is open. There's glass smashed everywhere -- blood, paint, I'm not sure. It says "blood traitor" across my dining room. Everything's destroyed.
My cats are gone.
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| 007: february 12, 1981 |
[12 Feb 2012|06:23pm] |
I think I need some sort of time management system that can remind me that a weekend is, in fact, a weekend and that I should leave of working until the weekend is over. Susan only managed to pull me away from work for an hour on Saturday by being perfectly adorable. I think I'm rather forgetting what the word "fun" means.
But I can't begrudge a quiet weekend. Not now.
WARDED TO KELLY O'CONNORI just wanted to say, now that the craziness is over, I really appreciated your kind words while we were searching for Jonathan. We should get together for a drink some time and catch up! I haven't seen much of you since Hogwarts. WARDED TO DAMOCLES BELBYMr. Belby, I've spent the better part of my weekend devouring the files you sent me. Thank you so much again. I'd really love to speak with you about next steps. A brainstorming session, perhaps, or even just a quick chat over the journals and perhaps drinks, sometime? You have something here. Something that, with a bit of legal finessing, would not just be possible to implement, but that I believe the Ministry has an ethical responsibility to implement.
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| 006: february 2, 1981 |
[02 Feb 2012|11:52pm] |
WARDED TO THE DMLE AND JACK JONES
Because Amelia is in such a state, the ward failed.I've recieved an owl with a dark mark from -- the Death Eaters, I suppose, obviously they haven't named themselves. And there's an address, but I haven't gone because -- well, it would be stupid but I'm just so -- frightened that something's happened to someone and I can't
get ahold of my brother right now. Please, I need someone to go to the house-- WARDED TO BONES AND KETTERIDGESAre you alright? Please, please tell me you're safe.
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| 005: january 27, 1981 |
[27 Jan 2012|02:48pm] |
In my own defense, Brutus started this. But I've been wanting to post pictures of my babies, Amadeus and Helga, ever since I got a journal. Given my rather horrendous last week, this seemed an appropriate time to focus instead on how adorably fluffy they are and how happy I am that I get to go home to them each evening.
( Wave your wand! )
WARDED TO RUFUS SCRIMGEOURSir I thought I should let you know that I received a note, last evening, from the Order of the Phoenix. I have not touched it since I found it over my lunch today, and would be happy to have one of your people come take a look.
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| 004: january 23, 1981 |
[23 Jan 2012|08:46am] |
WARDED TO THE DMLEI think I need an Auror -- perhaps a Hitwizard -- to come out to the front of the Ministry. I was walking into work this morning and nearly stepped in what I believe is blood. The word "soon" is scrawled (rather sloppily) across the pavement -- it's just that I've really had enough of blood this week, so any assistance would be really helpful.
This entry is charmed to blink and beep loudly until someone responds.
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| 003: january 17, 1981 |
[17 Jan 2012|09:31pm] |
WARDED TO JACK JONES, RUFUS SCRIMGEOUR AND EDGAR BONESI've -- just received a strange Owl. A birthday Owl, only the parcel -- there's a brain in it and I'm not sure -- it's still quite fresh. It's not -- I don't think it's human, it's too small but I'm -- I'm just not entirely sure what I should make of it. WARDED TO WALDEN MACNAIRI need you to be honest with me. Because it's my birthday and I deserve it.
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| 002: january 17, 1981 |
[17 Jan 2012|08:48pm] |
Thank you for all the warm birthday wishes! I've never been the sort of person to feel anxious about passing numbers, though I think that may be down to the fact that, at 23, I still like to believe I have many left. It is a bit stranger, this year, as the numbers creep higher. A little more bittersweet. But I suppose at 23, with good health and good friends, I have nothing to complain about. It's been a difficult year -- not just for me, but for everyone -- and my only birthday wish is that 23 will treat me, and all of us, a little more gently.
Except for those I intend to prosecute.
Anyway, I was thinking of going out this Friday evening for a few drinks, perhaps a dance or two. If you feel like joining me, please let me know. I'll pass on details ahead of time. It might be nice to take a break -- I find it's becoming increasingly rare, these days.
WARDED TO FAMILY (BONES, KETTERIDGES)Mum and Dad would like to have a small get together to celebrate this Sunday evening. No presents necessary and significant others of course welcome. Please let me know if you can make it -- it would be lovely to see everybody.
And Cally, Edgar, no need to find a baby-sitter. I'm sure I don't have to say it, but the little ones are more than welcome. WARDED TO EDGAR & CALLYAnd thank you! Such thoughtful presents. The headband looks so sweet on -- especially as I've been trying to walk part of the way into work. A nice shield against the cold. Thank you! WARDED TO MAFALDAI'm in love with my cardigan. You might have already guessed that I've a bit of an obsession. I plan on wearing it tomorrow -- and perhaps even the day after. Come out for drinks with me! We can celebrate both our birthdays. Perhaps even go for a little dance? This Friday. I insist!
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| 001: january 4, 1981 |
[04 Jan 2012|10:03pm] |
I've spent the better part of these last two days looking for both the words and the time to put my thoughts in order. Following the Minister's WWN announcement, I couldn't help but feel somehow -- betrayed isn't the right word. Disillusioned? Minister Bagnold, her administration, this institution -- I've idolized it, I think. Too much, really. I haven't been practical about it. What it can do, how it can function. It's limitations. It's diplomatic limitations, especially. When I came here, when I was fresh out of Hogwarts, the Ministry was still idealized. I idealized it. That image is shifting now -- it has too, out of necessity -- and even if I know this is an important part of growing up, evolving, moving forward in my career and in my beliefs, it's disorienting.
The truth, really, is that I don't hate the Aurors using Unforgiveables as much as I thought I would -- thought I should, perhaps. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I wonder why this decision wasn't made earlier. A year ago, two years ago even. The Killing Curse is practical -- perhaps even humane, when compared with alternatives, in the right circumstances. And while I can't say the same for the other two, that we haven't afforded Aurors that level of protection in the past seems backward to me. Legally, muggle police officers are allowed, even expected, to use such aggressive tactics if the situation calls for it.
I respect the Minister's decision; I respect it more than I thought I would. But still, there's that small voice that won't be quiet. What about justice? I believe in the right to a fair trial. I believe in the authority of that system. I don't suppose I'll ever be entirely comfortable being replaced by the dangerous end of a wand.
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