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With Deepest Affection to You All [Mar. 7th, 2005|06:32 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |touchedtouched]

And, if ever we meet again, by land or by sea,
I will always remember your kindness to me.


Fond MemoriesCollapse )

Paul, Seth, et al
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Graves Family Drink (Warded to Family/Extended Family.) [Feb. 21st, 2005|06:29 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |amusedamused]

Oh, I do like this! Especially the one part of craziness. One must be crazy to be in this family; it is the only thing that helps.

How to make an sp_gravesfamily
Ingredients:

1 part anger

1 part craziness

1 part ego
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little emotion if desired!
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An Owl to Severus Snape, intricately warded [Dec. 14th, 2004|09:16 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]

(Upon opening, this at first appears to be a short note from Artemisia Graves. However, once the warding determines that the reader is in fact the addressee, the letter from Artemisia fades away, revealing a different letter in its place.)

Dear Professor Snape,

This letter to you is long overdue, mainly because of my debility and the difficulty I had in adjusting to life as it is now and life as it was over two decades ago. So much has changed, and so much must remain changed from the way I know it. It was hard to countenance.

I write with two purposes in mind. The first is to thank you profoundly for the kindness you did me and my family last year. I was so angry at my son, once I understood how he had responded to my capture, that I at first thought my release more of a curse than anything else. He gave me a very mixed gift. It is painful to know that one's freedom was paid for in blood and so much suffering, so much needless suffering. He should have left me to my fate. I never dreamt Paul would do such a thing or carry out a plan like that for so long. I don't think I could have done it; it would have broken me. I don't know how it didn't break him. Or perhaps it did in ways I cannot see.

In any case, I think you for making my escape possible.

The other matter I write you about is more complex. To prevent a scientific/alchemical medical treatment from being used by one who would have done ill with it, I destroyed my body of research and obliviated the memory of that research from myself. The research, however, was valid and had potential medical benefit. I have come to think, during the intervening two decades, that it is wrong to deny many the possible benefits of this drug, merely to prevent one from misusing it. This leaves me in something of a quandary.

Knowledge can never be destroyed, only lost. At some point, the wizard who I do not care to name will return to this line of research, if he lives long enough and searches for the traces of it diligently enough. I would therefore like to resume this research, if possible, but under secured conditions. I would also need help retracing my steps, as well. As you are an alchemist and potions worker of note, I wonder if you would be interested in pursuing this with me? My family regards you quite highly, so I thought I would ask. If this does not interest you, or if you are already heavily engaged in your own lines of research, I quite understand.

Thank you for your time, sir, and I hope that I may someday be able to thaink you for other things in person.

Sincerely,

Peter Arnesse
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Two Owls [Oct. 24th, 2004|06:23 pm]
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[Current Mood |busybusy]

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Quick Owl to Seth Graves [Aug. 10th, 2004|06:27 pm]
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[Current Mood |energeticenergetic]

Dear Seth,

Great news! The Lit Department has granted my request for a year's sabbatical! I'll be spending the time writing a literary analysis of fairy tales and their ties to alchemical processes. At last, I can use a tiny bit of what I learnt at Hogwarts over here. It feels almost like coming home.

It also means that for this year, at least, I'll be able to spend a lot more time with you. I would like that, Seth. I know we can't hope to catch up on eight years of me not having custody, but it would be good to be able to see you as often as I like, instead of us both being tied down to 9 to 5 jobs.

I will probably need to travel to Germany some, to gather primary sources. I need to find out when their summer holiday period is and how long it lasts. Would you be interested in going there for the holidays? I think Christmas in Germany would be fantastci!

Anyway, please write back soon. I haven't heard much from you since I saw you earlier this summer--and we both had other things on our minds then.

Love you,

Mum
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Owl to Lilith Drachenstein [Jul. 14th, 2004|08:41 am]
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[Current Mood |worriedworried]

Bastille Day, 1998
St. Mungo's

Dear Lilith,

I finally got a free moment when I'm not having to run around the hospital like a madman.

How are you doing? I mean honestly, Lilith. If I lost six patients in one day, I'd damn-near want to kill myself. I really don't know how you and the other three teachers who were chaperones are getting through this.

I don't know that I can lessen the pain much, but I can at least listen, if you want. And it beats me getting stone-blind drunk with Anders again. (g)

I hope your summer's improving, Lil. If you want to get together, ring me up at the hospital or owl me, okay?

Daeren
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Owl to Albus Dumbledore [Jul. 8th, 2004|12:59 pm]
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[Current Mood |sadsad]
[Current Music |Cantigas de Santa Maria - Anonymous]

(strike-out visible to Dumbledore)

8th July, 1998

Dear Headmaster Dumbledore and Hogwarts Faculty,

I am more aware than many that I could have cause to write this letter in a very distraught state of mind, and I'm very thankful that I don't have such cause.

You all and the recent graduating class have been through a traumatic experience, and so have the families of those students who have been lost.

I have been wondering if there is any way that those of us who did not lose children in the attack can help the families of those who did? I feel so useless, at the moment, but I would like to do something. Could some of us write to those parents, perhaps?

I also wondered if we might make a donation of our time, or books or otther supplies to the school in their memory? Or possibly make a donation to the school to help defray the cost of damages sustained to the rented manor during the attack?

Thank you for your time and for all that you and the faculty of Hogwarts have done over the years. That so few died is a testimony to how well they have been trained at Hogwarts and to the vigilence of your staff.

I have met those people, and it could have been so much worse.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Townsend Graves

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Flowers [Jul. 2nd, 2004|02:18 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |sadsad]
[Current Music |"Scarborough Fair/Canticle" - Simon & Garfunkel]

To Megan Jones: A bouquet of borage, zinnias, and snowdrops

Dear Megan,

I hate so much that this had to happen. I wish there were some comfort I could give. Please write, sometime. --Daeren


To Padma Patil: A bouquet of borage, zinnias, snowdrops, and one white rose

Dear Padma,

I only met your sister the once, but she made a lasting impression on me, and I think the world will not be as bright a place, without her. I think she loved you very much--she was certainly very protective of you! :) Please write when you're feeling better. --Daeren Alexander
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17 Hours (private) [Jun. 28th, 2004|06:59 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |exhaustedexhausted]

I was in surgery for 17 hours, yesterday. Spent three more hours dictating operative notes. Came home. Went to sleep. Went back to work, today.

I still don't know whether I want to cry or kill something. I'm glad my patients come to me shaved and prepped, and mostly anonymous. If I'd known which ones were Death-Eaters, I don't know if I could have done my job. I probably could have, but--damn.

WHAT KIND OF BLOODY, FUCKING BASTARDS ATTACK SCHOOL STUDENTS?!

So many students....

I'm glad Paul Graves is dead, because if he'd had any part in this, I'd have twisted his bloody head off.

I need a drink.

No, I need to get drunk, very roaring drunk.

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Owl to Megan Jones--with a package [Apr. 27th, 2004|10:46 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Dear Megan,

You should slap me! I was making some progress notes in your file, when I noticed your birthdate. I am terribly sorry for missing it!

Enclosed is your birthday present from me. It's a couple of books in a science fiction/fantasy series by Marion Zimmer Bradley, which I think you might find interesting. The characters are descendants of colonists from Earth, who have developed a telepathic/telekinesis-based society, and then they meet people from Earth, who have found their planet.

Let me know what you think of them. Me, I want to kick Lew Alton's arse. And, even though Dyan Ardais is a scary blighter, I also find him interesting, in a way.

Some adult themes, same-sex pairings, much whining by Lew. Diotima Ridenow is way too good for him; she should have married me. (g)

Cordially,

Daeren Alexander

(Enclosed are The Heritage of Hastur and Sharra's Exile.
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Jitters (private) [Apr. 10th, 2004|12:31 pm]
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[Current Mood |worriedworried]

Tonight, we will perform this temporal ritual and spell that Stephen has found, in hopes of returning him and Seth to their proper times.

The communication we received from Seth in 1666 is encouraging. At least we know he is alive, though I am mystified as to how he can be alive, ten days after Stephen Graves is supposed to have died. Could the records be wrong?

I am to function as guardian for this, tonight. It's been a while since I did such a working among so many people--all of the WolfPack, Petrus Phillip, and Stephen.

Part of what tears me up inside is, I feel as if I will be sending Stephen Graves to his death. Despite the fact that he will cast the actual spell, I feel that, since the working will occur inside my circle, I am responsible for what happens inside it. I have never harmed another living being inside my circle, before, and I do not like the thought of starting now.

Yet it must be. Stephen Graves cannot live in this time, nor can Seth remain in 1666.

Despite all of that, I hope we are doing the right thing.
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Owl to Artemisia Graves - Shameless Drooling [Apr. 8th, 2004|08:33 am]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Artemisia!

Anders Grimalkin is in Cardiff! I swear, I saw him in one of the shops!

He looks just as good close-up as he does in the air. Better, in fact. Oh, if only I were twenty years younger! *winks* He's definitely a cutie. And I'm sure Paul would glare at me for saying that, too!

I got your owl, and yes, I'd definitely like to come out for Easter to see Seth and meet these friends of his. Shall I bring some deviled eggs or maybe a cake?

Elizabeth
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Owls to Erzsebet Ivanovich and the WolfPack [Apr. 2nd, 2004|09:14 am]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |pleasant]

Dear Erzsebet (Dmitry, Eduard, Fyodor, Nadja, and Serafima),

I apologise for the inexcusable lateness of this invitation, but I have had a great many other things on my mind in the last few days, and this escaped my notice.

Ever since meeting all of you on Boxing Day last year, I have wanted to invite you to stay for a more extended time at Gravesend Manor. I would like therefore to invite you all to spend all or part of the Easter holidays with us, if you have not already made plans to do something else.

I and my friend Mr. Arnesse are both aware of Seth's current predicament, so that should not be an issue.

I look forward to hearing from you. Whether you come here or not, I hope you will have an enjoyable and relaxing holiday before your NEWTs studies consume all of your time.

Best wishes,

Artemisia Graves
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Owl to Mr. Stephen Graves (warded) [Apr. 2nd, 2004|08:49 am]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |calmcalm]

Dear Stephen,

I am the grandmother of Seth Graves, currently living at Gravesend Manor in Gloucestershire. I have been advised of your condition both by Professor Lilith Drachenstein and by the letter you sent here, addressed to your wife Amelia.

I realise this is likely a very distressing situation for you, but I would like to invite you to come home to Gravesend for the Easter holidays. It would, I hope, be less lonely for you than staying at the school.

There is only one condition, which I would like to establish now--that we will not reveal to you your date of death. We think it best in a religious sense and for your own sanity that you not dwell on this and that we not, either.

If this is agreeable to you, then pleas owl me back, and I will floo up there to collect you. There is a Hogwarts Express train, but I really don't think it advisable for you to have to learn to negotiate trans and train stations, right now.

Should you wish or need to return to the school at any time during the holidays, you are of course welcome to do so.

Another matter--I had intended to invite some friends of Seth's to spend all or part of the Easter holidays at Gravesend with us. They are his girlfriend Erzsebet Ivanovich and a group of young people, also Seth's friends, who call themselves the WolfPack. I don't know how well-acquainted you are with these young people, but if you are amenable to it, I would still like to invite them to the manor.

Please let me know.

Sincerely yours,

Artemisia Graves
Gravesend Manor
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Owl to Professor Lilith Drachenstein [Mar. 28th, 2004|02:12 am]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |worriedworried]

(Letter will go to Severus Snape as a secondary recipient, if Lilith is not available.)

Dear Lilith (or Severus),

Is something out of the ordinary happening, up at Hogwarts? We have received the strangest letter, and I can only presume it is from Seth. But the handwriting is not his, and the letter's contents...well, you can see them for yourself.

We do have a Stephen Michael Graves married in 1650 to Amelia Stanton listed in our family Bible. But why would Seth write such a letter?

Artemisia
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In the Leaky Cauldron [Mar. 6th, 2004|04:01 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |tiredtired]

It has been a long, exhausting day, and I still have things to do.

I was released from Azkaban, this morning. As is usual, it took me a while to realise that that I wasn't hallucinating. I was portkeyed to the Department of Mysteries and kept there for most of the day while they tested the Gareth Adams shell personality on me.

It is quite noticeably improved from the prototype of it that I used when I went to Russia. I surmise that I am a test subject for this technology and that my summers are likely to be busy.

It is very fully fleshed out now, with enough of my own memories incorporated into it that it doesn't feel alien. The associations are all different, though. For example, the 'Gareth' shell contains memories of the dog I had as a child, but her name is slightly different, and I found her as a stray, instead of my parents buying her from a breeder.

The personality also stands up to my attempts to penetrate it, and it feels real, almost as untidy as a normal mind ought to be Over time, it is meant to incorporate more and more of my real experiences. It appears to be seamlessly meshed with the Fidelius. Had I the bent for laboratory research, I would be fascinated to learn how they accomplished this. Were I not a legilimens, this 'shell' would not be necessary. But, as I must appear to be Gareth Adams in my mind as well as my body, this was needed.

I feel strange, existing in it. As Gareth, my handwriting is no longer my own, nor even my walk. The more of my real self I conceal behind shadow magic, the more complete the disguise is.

Will Gareth still be a man who Lilith can love? The possibility that he won't be frightens me more than almost anything else.

Tomorrow, I start a new life as him. Teaching--with Seth there, with my nieces and nephews. Good God...I must have been mad, to apply for that job.

And yet...I did not say this to Dumbledore, because McGonagall was there and because I must not live my life wallowing in guilt. I killed people as a Death-Eater. It seems only fitting to me that at least some of my life should be spent in training people to defend themselves against similar attacks. This particular graduating class has had at least three years of wretched Defence instruction. If they are capable of passing their NEWTs in the subject, it will be due to what decent instructors they have had and their own determination to make up for the lack. I cannot and will not fail them.

Now...just one last thing I must do before I can go to bed, and it will take a while...
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To Professor Lilith Drachenstein, warded eyes-only [Mar. 6th, 2004|12:51 am]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |calmcalm]

I feel as if I have opened a door
Onto the darkened morning sky before dawn.
For now, the world is yet grey
But beckoning with the promise of light.

I step outside to feel
The carress of grass beneath my bare feet.
The wind blinks like eyelashes against
My face, silken-soft and as fleeting.

All is poised on a moment,
Between greyness and light,
Between impassivity and joy,
Between one step and the next.

On such a cliff-edge am I balanced,
Awaiting the moment of the first sunbeam,
To dive into, then soar above
The chasm.
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Daeren Alexander - Diary Entry [Mar. 4th, 2004|10:44 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |goodgood]
[Current Music |Piano Concerto #2 - Rachmaninov]

Warning for science fiction references which may not be familiar to all readers.

Today's occlumency lesson with Megan Jones went a bit rougher than usual; she seemed distracted. Finally asked whether she was upset about something and discovered she's having her menses. Dammit, Jim, I'm a neurosurgeon, not a gynecologist, so I couldn't be of much help beyond balancing her chakras a bit. Yes, sir...fiction though it is, there is some truth in the Darkover story of the failed Keeper, Hilary Castamir. That time of the month can be a real bitch when it comes to being a female legilimens. Maybe I should introduce Megan to those books.

It's pretty pitiful to despise Lew Alton more than Dyan Ardais, but I do. I must be one sick puppy.

Got to see the Delectable Professor Drachenstein, but my raging hormones behaved. I was astounded! Must check to see whether I'm ill...

Owl to Anders GrimalkinCollapse )
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Two Owls to Professors [Feb. 25th, 2004|08:11 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |draineddrained]

(written in slow handwriting with a marked downslope. Strike-outs not visible.)

To Professor Remus LupinCollapse )

To Professor Marvo D. WardCollapse )
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Daeren Alexander - Two Owls [Feb. 25th, 2004|06:38 pm]
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[Current Mood |workingworking]

To Miss Megan JonesCollapse )

To Miss Padma PatilCollapse )
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Stunned in Azkaban [Feb. 25th, 2004|12:00 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |draineddrained]

I have been...hired?!

I must be dreaming; it cannot be possible. Such a disastrous interview.

We do not train our students to kill, Mr. Adams.

Besides, why would he hire me when he already had a perfectly capable, experienced auror available to him? That applicant was far more suitable.

Damn. Cannot think, right now. But, in case it is real, and I am not hallucinating, I ought to reply.
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Owl to Professor Lilith Drachenstein, Professional Wards [Feb. 23rd, 2004|01:16 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |late]

From the SolicitorsCollapse )
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Shave and a Haircut (private) [Feb. 20th, 2004|10:55 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |shell-shocked]

I went into that new barber shop hair salon in Diagon Alley, this afternoon--Shear Magic, I think it is called.

I have never longed so much for the Newent Barbers' Shop on Church Street in all my life--a place where a man can simply go in, get a haircut and a shave with brushed-on lather, and that's that--out in 20 minutes.

They tried to put mousse in my hair! They wanted to colour it--not that I wouldn't mind having it black again, instead of brown, but...

Mousse? I thought that was a dessert.
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Diary of Daeren Alexander - Private [Feb. 19th, 2004|11:01 am]
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[Current Mood |pensivepensive]

Cut for length.Collapse )
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A Novel Quiz [Feb. 18th, 2004|06:21 pm]
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[Current Mood |impressedimpressed]

Impressive.

My NovelCollapse )
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Dr. Daeren Alexander - During Lunch [Feb. 18th, 2004|12:16 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |pensivepensive]

Might as well help Anders out a bit with his familial research thing. Now, what was his uncle's name? Iain? Evan? No, it was a funky Welsh spelling.

Ah, yes--Ieuan. Let's fire up Yahoo and see what turns up.

*stunned pause*

Well, what do you know? The Daily Prophet has its own website? Ol' Lucius must be slipping in the 'wizarding cultural purity' department. This is intriguing...

Hm. "Would-Be Head Boy Missing," dated 1973.

Ieuan Grimalkin, 17, is feared missing and presumed dead after a magical accident...Grimalkin was popularly expected to become Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...He is survived by his older brother Owen, age 18... Uh-huh. What a load of crocodile tears they're quoting from that bastard...and girlfriend, Miss Astrid Anderson of Sweden, also aged 17...

Well that's certainly bizarre. I wonder if there's an obituary? I think I'll print this out and pass it along to Anders...after today's game.

Edit: Oh, this kicks ass! Nineteen minutes! Damn! :)
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You're Invited to an Interview... (private) [Feb. 17th, 2004|01:31 pm]
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[Current Mood |wibbly]

Amelia Bones VisitsCollapse )
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Daeren Alexander - Diary Entry: 02/15/1998 [Feb. 15th, 2004|09:15 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |annoyedannoyed]

Brilliant Dublin Darts quidditch game, today! It lasted a little over four hours, and both teams fought for every point. They were tied at fifty and fifty, when Anders caught the snitch for the Darts and won the game. Damned splendid capture!

He had sent a pair of tickets for Mrs. Perry and me, and we were both keen to go. Damn, the man can fly a broom. We had excellent seats near the centre edge of the field, and we could see everything. Must write to thank him.

Had the first occlumency lesson with Megan Jones, last Thursday. Quite a bright girl. She has a lot to learn, but I think she'll pick it up pretty quickly.

I'll be meeting Megan up in Hogsmeade next week, to save her from having to travel, all the time. I wonder if I'll see Lilith Drachenstein while I'm there?

Nope, nope--Mind off the Lilith. Will not go there. Wait a year. Behave.

So, anyway...Read an interesting article in The Lancet recently about the stand-still procedure as it's performed in the States. I really would like to go see that done, someday; I never got to see one during my residency.

Dammit, keep the mind OFF Drachenstein....
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Owl to Lilith Drachenstein Graves - warded [Feb. 8th, 2004|01:49 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |concerned]
[Current Music |"PIano Man" - Billy Joel]

Dear Lilith,

I've written this letter and torn it up and re-written it and torn it up again, several times since Paul's death. Nothing I have tried to write to you has sounded in the least intelligent.

"Are you okay?" Well, duh. Of course you're not!

"How do you feel?" Crappy, most likely.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Probably not; only time will really help.

At the root of it, what I'm trying to say is, I care about you. I'm worried about you, and if there is anything I or the family can do to help, please know that we want to and that you're in our thoughts.

I'm so sorry you couldn't come to the memorial service. The whole secrecy thing is just miserable, and you should have had the cnance to be with us then. We considered you with us in spirit and ourselves with you. I don't know how you can bear it, Lilith. "Because you must" seems like such an exhausted, resigned thing to have to say, however true it is.

Seth has not written me much about how you're doing. I think he is trying to spare my feelings by not talking about his father's new wife, even though I don't feel a need for that kind of consideration. I've met you. I like and respect you, and we're both working from the same page of sheet music.

If you would like to meet for tea or shopping sometime, I would enjoy spending time with you and getting to know you better. Christmas and a court hearing weren't nearly enough time to actually get acquainted with you.

Best wishes to you, Lilith.

Elizabeth Townsend
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Back in a Cell (private thoughts) [Feb. 5th, 2004|12:36 pm]
Mr. Paul Graves & Family
[Current Mood |blankblank]

It is the same old Azkaban...except for the man who screams hoarsely, day in and day out, in a cell somewhere down the hall. I am surprised he still has a voice left. He has been screaming and/or weeping since I arrived, however long ago that was.

I do not even want to contemplate what he must be remembering; my own memories are horrid enough. I shall not dwell on them any more than I can avoid.

Not that I can avoid them, really.

There is no amnesia spell, this time. If I forget myself, it will be the skeleton framework of Gareth Adams memories that will kick in. Very eerie thought, that.

I wonder what happened to Yakov Ivanovich? Gods, what a nasty piece of work he was!

And how is Lilith? Ah, hell; I would start to think about that.
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