Private message to Seamus

[alt_jason]

Won't be home tonight. Albion MLE is going to do their best to stop Lady Lestrange and the others from passing the wards at Penzance.

Also, I'm sorry to say that two of your former school mates are dead. Honoria Sandoval and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Not sure how closely acquainted with either of them you were--I only know that you always said how skilled with a wand Finch-Fletchley was.

Apparently Lady Lestrange went to Penzance and found Finch-Fletchley dueling Dolohov, both of them on their last legs, and took the opportunity to cast her specialty curse on Finch-Fletchley. Dolohov lived, though apparently he was responsible for Honoria's death.

Do you know about the Black Curse? Well, I can tell you another time if not. It's the stuff of nightmares.

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[alt_seamus]

Yeah, I know about Bellatrix Lestrange's curse. It's what Draco cast on Harry.

Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Damn.

[alt_seamus]

Is there anything I can do to help, tonight?

[alt_jason]

Oh, right. Still not sure how Malfoy learned that. She doesn't teach it to anyone. And there's no cure or counter-spell.

Apparently Finch-Fletchley's wife ended his life so that the curse wouldn't--which, given how excruciating it must be to die like that...yes, I can see why she made that choice.

While I think the offer would be appreciated by some, I'm not sure that I trust some of this lot to not suggest that you throw yourself on the nearest wand.

Meghan can probably give you something to do that will keep you busy over there, though, so that you're not wringing your hands with worry.

[alt_seamus]

Okay.

I'll talk to Meghan.

Please be careful tonight.

[alt_jason]

Please don't do anything that a Gryffindor would do, Ireland. I love you and I'll be just fine.

Always am.

[alt_seamus]

I'll do my best to spend this evening pretending I'm a Hufflepuff. Though being a Hufflepuff didn't save F-F. Maybe I should pretend I'm a Ravenclaw.

I spent years trying to pretend I was a Slytherin, and I'm pants at it.

I love you, too.

[alt_jason]

Hardly anyone is any one thing--not comprised of one house, or one side.

Chimeras, each and every one of us.

Well, maybe not Lady Lestrange.

She owes me some ears, fingers, eyes, and more. But I don't have to be the one to take them from her. I'd much rather live another day.