Lily Potter

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Sturgis Podmore. Sturgis Podmore. STURGIS PODMORE. No. It can't be. Can it? No. He's muggleborn. He'd know of these things--no.

I should tell Frank. He's waiting for an answer, but I'm not even 100% sure it isn't all coincidence and would he act first and ask questions later? I wouldn't put it past him, not right now. Fuck.

I can't believe Emmeline would think Frank and I

I'll have to go see Podmore myself. Figure out what business he's been up to--not that I ever wanted to know before. Lord, what if he's a....he's a...degenerate? Well, isn't he? Sure, he was kind enough back then but no one seems to have done better off in the intervening years and he was always so...on the fringe as it were.

Will pack Vernon's hunting knife just in case. It's not like the man's ever used it. NO! No knives. What the fuck is wrong with you? Great, now you're talking to yourself.

No, you're writing to yourself, you bloody idiot.

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Bloody buggering hell. What an awful day, which started obscenely early, thanks to an overgrown man-child (who does not even deserve an acknowledgment). I got sacked.

It might've been due to the fact I called a customer a fat, raving cow. It probably didn't help when I told my superior he was a greasy, sexed-up buffoon when he called me on the complaint. But I was tired from lack of sleep and my patience was worn thin. I was going to make good on my stacked sick days to pursue Alice's murder, but I suppose I'll have all the free time in the world now.

Except not, because now I've got to find another bloody job.

Well, on the bright side, I've plenty of time to catch Emmeline on her lunch hour.

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Perhaps it the funeral and the impromptu trip to Hogwarts (for reasons not to be gone into now or ever), but I'm feeling a rather irritating bout of nostalgia creeping in on me again. I remember getting this in 1992--every wizard and witch did--and promptly shoving it to the back of some drawer or other. Now...I don't know. Though I almost threw the bloody thing away upon opening it and seeing Lupin's bullshit condolence when I know for a fact the only suspect he wants to bring in is Frank. Does that man ever say anything he truly believes in anymore?

And then, the more and more I looked, all I could see were a host of...similarly blandly nice but utterly empty messages in the, ugh, Wizarding Community Network, from people I used to be 100% certain would never speak like that in, er, less polite company, surely. What in the world happened? Did everyone suddenly become robots?

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( Ms Ev--Pot--Ev--Potter. Maybe. )