Arthur,

Oh, it’s all gone wrong, hasn’t it? It’s all crazy. And not the me kind of crazy where it’s all in good fun and we all have a great laugh about it later on. It’s a hard, drawn out, fucked up kind of crazy. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last in here, Arthur. Azkaban kills, slowly, but not slow enough.

We’ve got so much, Arthur. We’ve got so much and we’ve fought so hard for it, it just feels unfair that it all be taken away now. But I suppose that’s what happens in a war.

They’ve taken my daughter, Arthur. I don’t know where she is. Find her, please. Find her and Harry and take care of them, please. Tell her that I love her. She trusts you.

Thank you Arthur. I will miss you, my friend.

Yours,

PROTECTOR / PROTECTEE STARTERS

What a silly request to make to an Auror. If it was anyone else he would have barked at them to mind their own business but Arthur Weasley was....well Arthur. A brave young man but soft hearted. “You are aware that it’s my job to find trouble,yes?” he asked the young redhead with a slightly furrowed brow.  He cared a little bit too much if Alastor was to be honest.

“I appreciate the concern lad but I have weathered worse storms.”

@functionofarubberduck 

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Get away from me.” 

Marlene’s voice was hardly ever so filled with venom, though the tone with which she spoke had become far more common in the recent days. Her eyes held those of the older man for a few moments, her teeth pressing together, and shakily she took a deep breath to calm herself before turning her back again. The witch fought to keep her hands steady as she once more picked up the pitcher of water that rested on the dripping counter top to try and pour herself a glass. 

BITCH, YOU ARE CHO CHANG.

WHYYYYYYYYY