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So, er. Towler's quit playing chess with me until I write this letter thing to Director Selwyn 'cause he says I really pretty much have to do whatever it takes to stay in YPL. Says he'd totally be doing it if they'd started with his year, and says it's going to be really, really a bad thing for people who drop out, y'know. Basically all the stuff we've talked about, but I mean, he's older and he thinks the same thing. That it'll help us get jobs or hurt us a lot--one way or the other.

So, yeah.

And anyway, I was only sort of kidding when I asked if you'd write it for me, but, uh, they sort of sat there and watched me while I wrote a draft of it, so I've got this bit written, and it's probably completely naff. So could you take a look and tell me what to say instead?


Uh, so
Dear Director Selwyn.

My name is Ronald Weasley, and you might not remember, but we've talked before. Here in the journals. One time. And I was Mad Eye's Mad Cat in the play this spring, and maybe you remember that since you said Ar your daughter liked the way I played it. Anywiz, I'm writing because I'm in the YPL. You know, the Young Protectors' League. And we're supposed to write a letter to someone who works in a field we're interested in. So I've been thinking a lot about what I might want to do, and I decided probably not working with dragons like my older brother Charlie does because they don't take very many people into that programme and it'd be sort of awful to have to train under my own brother. If you know what I mean. I've met some of the dragon handlers, and they're a pretty rough lot and I think they'd pretty much spend all they'retheir time taking the mickey if I got into training. So not that. And so then I've been thinking about jobs at the Ministry, which you probably know is where my dad and my other brother work. My dad's in the Department of Purity Control and works with the Muggle Domestication department, too, and my brother Bill's in Communications. And I guess those are both good jobs that, you know, make a contribution to the Protectorate and stuff. And Bill got a promotion last year, so I guess he's really good at what he's doing. But I'm not sure I want to always be working in an office indoors, so I've been talking to people about what I like to do and what sort of jobs that might mean I'd be good at, and one of the people in my House said I ought to think about surveying because I like exploring and flying and finding places out in the country that've been left empty and all. And she'd heard that there's a Department of Regional Restoration and Rural Reclamation that's surveying all the places around where Muggles used to live that could be good places for wizards to start new towns of our own since there are getting to be more of us. And I think that'd be a completely wizard job to have! Especially the part where she said she'd heard they're planning to blow up some of the rotten old Muggle places to allow nature to take them back faster so they'll be beautiful again. That'd be amazing to get to blow stuff up. Um, and also to help plan where to build new things or fix and improve places that are okay but just need the Muggle stuff taken away. And, anywiz, I'm writing to you because that's part of your big department, right? And you were nice when we talked before, so I thought you'd probably not be annoyed if I wrote you about this. And I was hoping maybe you'd even write me back to tell me if this'd be a good sort of job for me to try to have someday.

So, yeah. Thank you, sir. I really appreciate your time and everything.

Sincerely,
Ronald Weasley
Gryffindor House
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
So. What'd you think?
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It's good the train home was on Friday, because otherwise nobody could have gone. You know how it was a blizzard beginning of last week? Well it started again Saturday morning, and it's still coming down! You can't really see anything out the windows between the frost and the clouds and the snow chucking down.

I mean to say, there's SO MUCH SNOW here! Mr Dawlish said yesterday it took him five hours to shift enough of it that he could get out the entrance doors. It's right up to the top of them on both sides. I bet today he'll have to build a tunnel to get out there.

Anywiz, I've been sat in front of the fire in the common room since breakfast, so I thought I'd look at that article again 'cause I didn't really read all of it before. And it's interesting about this Mr Black and his brother. I mean, he's really close to the Lord Protector, and obviously his brother's a traitor, and he talks about how they were always really, really different and how he always tried to do what his parents wanted, but his brother was always doing things he knew his parents wouldn't approve of, like wear muggle clothes and bring muggle things home and leave them where their parents would find them, just to upset them. (Like he says one time his brother, Sirius, left a muggle shaving machine on his father's chair in the dining room, so his father accidentally sat on it--and then he made Sirius show him how it worked by shaving off all his hair and wouldn't let him regrow it for the whole vacation!)

But, anyway, Mr Black--Regulus, the one the story's about--says his brother was always this big disappointment to their parents, and he says he always knew he'd never be anything like his brother because they disagreed on everything, but

But, y'know what? The way he talks about his brother when he tells stories about them, it's like

Well, it's two things. You can tell he really, really loved his brother. And he still does, just the way he talks about him, it's really sad. And then, the other thing is, I think he always just wanted his brother to-

it's like his brother never wanted him around and never acted like anything he did was right, and it could have maybe been different if he'd cared or said he did, because I think maybe he did care but just never said. Or maybe their parents just made them, I don't know, jealous of each other, like they'd only love one of them and not the other one. They didn't treat them the same, and that turned out really awful.

It's like this one story. Regulus Black says when he was small, like 5 maybe, and his brother was 6 or maybe 7, their mother took them shopping with her in Diagon Alley, and while she was being fitted for dress robes, the boys slipped off together. So Regulus says his brother would never shirk a dare, so he dared him to show him Knockturn Alley, because the older one, Sirius, had been saying he knew all about it. So they went. And the younger brother, Regulus, kept daring things. Some of them were really little things, but maybe not too good an idea in Knockturn Alley (like 'Tell that witch her nose looks like a rutabaga.' or 'Ask if that warlock has any Goblin fingers on his cart,' when the bloke they were asking looked like his mother probably WAS a goblin.) But some of the things were bigger, and the worst was when he dared his brother to take something off the counter of one of the shops, and they got caught by this really scary man who owned the shop and he took them into the back part of the shop and told them he was going to sell the little one to a man who wanted a pureblood boy for a slave. And he was going to chop the other one up and sell his parts to apothecaries and potions dealers. But while he was busy looking the little one over to see if he was healthy, the older brother stole the man's wand and stunned him.

And, see, the thing is, the way he tells about it, you just know that Mr Black really knows his brother saved his life then and he knows his brother is a really strong wizard--that even when he was just 7 and had to use some other bloke's wand, he could cast a stunning spell that totally stupefied that man--you just know they really did care about each other. But they didn't know it then, and, actually, I don't know if he knows it now. It's like he says one thing, but it's really something else he doesn't maybe see.

It's like, the writer says he asked Black what he'd say if he could talk to his brother now, and he says he'd say, 'You can never go home again.' But then the writer says he said the same about himself now he's come back from wherever he went for a long time. He says he came back, but it can never be the same again--it's not really home ever again, even though his mother wanted him home, it's just all different than it was or was supposed to be.

Yeah, I don't know. It just seems dead sad.

Yikes!

Dec. 15th, 2009 11:43 pm
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What is it with all the spiders? I mean seriously, all over the castle it seems like they are all queuing up to get out of this place! It's like they've all gone mad and decided that since it's got cold, they should all come out of wherever it is they hide all the time and go outside and freeze to death. Either that or they're afraid they're going to get petrified. I mean, bloody h***, have you seen how many of them there are??!!! I just wish they'd get it over and leave already, cause I don't want to know how many of them have been lurking in the corners, watching us.


Oh, and Pansy! I meant to ask earlier, but I forgot. Have you seen that magazine about your pirate bloke? There's a copy here in the common room, and it's got pictures and everything. There's even one of Mr Lupin, you know, the old groundskeeper, with his mates when he was in school. One of them's the traitor, Sirius Black, your bloke's brother. I guess that's why it's in the magazine, anyway. You should try to get a copy. Or I could ask around and see if whoever owns this one would mind if I lent it to you.

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