Private message to Rachel Brodie

[alt_jason]

Word from my B'ham contact.

Lady Lestrange et al are making a break for it, tonight. Same way the Baddocks (minus P) did, apparently, via wards at Penzance.

Have a list of who will be in the entourage, estimated departure times, and other various miscellany.

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[alt_rachel]

Did you get this to Remus? I saw he wrote you.

I'm awake, now. Still in bed. The Healer's going to take this thing away from me if she thinks I'm working.

[alt_jason]

I'm on site at the castle.

Are you all right? Your face and other parts, specifically?

Kidding. A bit.

I've been filled in.

[alt_rachel]

Yeah, they put me back together. More or less.

I can't stand up yet. Getting out of bed makes it feel like someone's trying to rip out my spine.

I assume the rest are planning an ambush at Penzance. Or a battle. Or something.

[alt_jason]

Well, it seems no one wants Lady L to escape with her life, though they were apparently fine with allowing Antonin Dolohov to saunter off with his.

Minx - Rachel. I'm sorry. I don't have to read your mind to know how much you wanted him dead.

[alt_rachel]

Yeah.

Poppy's apprentice struck a bad bargain.

I've been thinking, once the wards are down, I could try to track him. He can get out of Albion but it's not as if he can go to Mars.

[alt_jason]

You could do.

You could also hire an assistant to come along. Someone who's used to working under you. Enjoys it, even.

Merlin's tits. Soz. I'll try to stop, but somehow I get even worse when everything goes all tense and life-or-death-ish.

I should write to Seamus.

[alt_rachel]

Yeah, write to Seamus.

Good luck tonight. Try to stay in one piece.