Order Only - Private message to Juniors

[alt_draco]

We've finished up the broadside that has my footage of the events at Ollerton. I've just dropped a big stack of them in the colocation box at the Hogsmeade safehouse.

Harry, if you grab them and distribute them while wearing your cloak, I reckon everyone should have seen the broadside - or at least heard about it - by the time supper's over.

Ron, sorry mate, but one of the images shows about half of you in profile, if only for a split second. We tried to edit it out but it would have buggered up the shot of Desai and those two kids. The brother and sister.

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Re: Private Message to Draco

[alt_ron]

Didn't feel real up close, either. It just-

AK, it's just... done. One moment, they're alive and the next, they're not. Like petrificus, y'know, but without the jerking of freezing up. I mean, then they posed them or posed them first, so that was part of it, but not what I mean. It's just. You don't see them die, even. Not really. Not like if someone's bleeding out or screaming in pain and then they stop. Or unconscious and breathing and it slows and then stops. With this it's just Alive/Not. And-

It just felt like it should be easy to turn it back, but

you can't

Re: Private Message to Draco

[alt_draco]

Yeah, it's seriously fucked. Who's the mad Ravenclaw who invented that one? And did they think they were coming up with some merciful way to kill people, instead of something that would become standard use by today's MLE?

When I killed Teddy I used one of Snape's spells. His body just split open and the life bled right out of him. Which is what he deserved.

You did kill those people. They're gone and there's no way around it. But we're all going to end up in the same boat when this is all said and done, and that boat's called the madhouse. But hey, at least the company will be alright?

Sorry.

You're probably in a bad space. I've been there. For different reasons, but yeah.

Re: Private Message to Draco

[alt_ron]

Yeah.

We'll all just be dormitory mates in some madhouse. But maybe by then we won't mind.