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Dear Aunt Muriel, 

Ron mentioned me recently that you’ve always wanted a House Elf. Since I have connections in that department at the Ministry, I thought I could help you out with your conundrum. 

I have an elf looking for employment. Her name is Tuney, and she’s actually charmed not to ask questions, and never to talk about her past or her identity. I thought those qualities might interest you particularly. Ron also mentioned a coat cupboard underneath your staircase? I think it would make an excellent bedroom for her. 

Please write and let me know. Since I am connected at the Ministry, please keep this offer a little bit quiet. 

Yours, 

Hermione Granger-Weasley 

PS - thank you for your last card, by the way. The money was greatly appreciated. 

THE FIRST THING I NOTICED when I woke up was that I was covered in blood.

The second thing I noticed was that this didn’t bother me the way it should have.

I didn’t feel the urge to scream or speak, to beg for help, or even to wonder where I was. Those instincts were dead, and I was calm as my wet fingers slid up the tiled wall, groping for a light switch. I found one without even having to stand. Four lights slammed on above me, one after the other, illuminating the dead body on the floor just a few feet away.

At some point about six months ago, I placed in this awards round of the Shrieking Shack’s Marauder Medals and I didn’t post about it ??? which seems weird but also not out of character at all because I forget everything

But here we go!

  • Retribution placed second in the ‘Best Honourary Marauder’ category
  • (weasley twin fics, essentially)
  • and of course I am super grateful to be considered/nominated at all
  • and I’ll continue writing the crap out of geomione
  • celebrate with me

Originally posted by nellaey


Originally posted by peppermint7rose

Retribution

@lastinggaster

[ * Nix steps out of his room.  He looks about as good as you’d expect him to- he’s extremely tired and worn out. Underneath of his eyes are reddened from all the mourning he has likely been doing. 

* He slams the door to his bedroom shut behind him, then he uses his magic to pop over to a slightly unfamiliar section of the void. 

* There’s a slight echo of his footsteps as he walks across the void floor. making a swift approach to the voidspace.  He doesn’t bother to look around; he’s been here before, in the past.

* He raises his hand and knocks on a wall near the entrance to the voidspace. To Un’s voidspace. ]