[ ic; contact ]

[feorge]

"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

✎text
☎call
✉voicemail
☢panic

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[thenormalsquint]

TWO GIRLS, ONE CUP. TOTALLY AMAZING! BE THE FIRST TO SEE THEM!

☢panic

[knight_to_king]

OY! You tosspot.

✎ text

[disparage]

you + me + your appathing = bar

text!

[knight_to_king]

meet me outside in a bit.

[calling]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[BRING BRING phone ringing]

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[boutant]

You free? I needed those details about a week ago, so of course the City didn't give me a chance to breathe until now.

[ And just after finding out he's dead, too. Thanks, City. ]

✉ christmas

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Under the fabulous tree in the cabin are several assorted gifts from one Ginny Weasley to her older brother. Among the socks, Muggle sweets, and magic tricks (http://www.toyday.co.uk/shop/images/uploads/magicset.jpg), is a rather lumpy Gryffindor-coloured scarf with a crookedly-embroidered F on one end. The note attached reads: Tried to do the jumpers but failed rather miserably. Don't laugh when you see this or I'll hex you. Love, Ginny.]

[alwaysadoe.livejournal.com]

[On Christmas Day, Fred will be getting This from Lily (http://www.etsy.com/listing/89169521/red-angry-bird-hat?ref=cat2_gallery_33)]

✉ owl post

[chasingafter]

[Somehow, Mrs Ginny Potter has managed to get a hold of her old owl and use him to send a note that her younger self doesn't know about. Merlin knows if this will work (despite being from the future, she certainly doesn't know), but she has to try. And perhaps this is coming from a far more selfish place because she cannot resist contacting her late brother. Even nearly ten years later, she still misses him fiercely. The little scrap of parchment will be waiting on Fred's pillow, his name on the front of it written in a familiar hand. The rest reads:

Dear Fred,

I know it must seem like I'm cross with you right now. Actually, I'm probably the angriest I've ever been with you. And I am, a bit—but I don't want you to believe a second of it. I'm more relieved than anything else to see you again, I'm just rubbish at expressing it. I wanted to apologise for the way I acted because I don't think you deserve to wait any longer to hear it. I'm sorry I yelled at you and I'm sorry if I blamed you for something that couldn't be helped. But you know how I can be. So try not to think too hard on it, alright? All that fuss and trying to outdo Mum's Howlers just means I care. I'd like to you remember that.

I wish I could see you. I miss you every day. I know I'm breaking every rule in even sending you this letter, but I couldn't help but try and smooth things over between us. I know it's hard enough as it is and I'm not making it any easier. I'll apologise properly—eventually. And there's one more thing: I can't go into specifics (or, rather, I shouldn't), but I wanted you to know that things are alright after the battle later on. Everything's worked out as best as they could have; and while it isn't perfect, we've gotten closer to better.

I love you,
your sister.

P.S. You should probably keep this a secret. It might be better that way. ]