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Hydra,

I'm going out for a bit. Something he said isn't adding up, what. Or rather, it's adding up too well, if you follow me.

Honoria's death wasn't an accident. Perhaps some of the other accidental deaths reported recently haven't been, either.

I'll be careful, I promise. And back in time for tea.


Oh, as far as the move to the Manor: I've already packed my trunk with everything but clothes for the weekend and there's really only the one satchel with all the books in. My toiletry kit, aftershave and all that can stay out until Monday morning. If you want the hamper your Aunt sent, I think there are still several good pieces of fruit and some biscuits.


I do feel foolish about last night. I was certain I was better prepared, what. I'm sure there were three or four times when I could almost have had him. But he was even faster than I remember, what. I just need the smallest adjustment and the outcome shall be quite different.

But first to follow-up on this dashed elusive hunch.

All my love,

-J

P.S. Sirius just told me he's the one who asked Rachel to order me to sit out for a few days. He's--

Dash it. I understand his point but it's bally well not his decision, is it.

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Rachel,

He's written again. You ought to see it.

I think....


I do believe he's going to try for Penzance. Tonight. This very moment, most likely.

Let me go. We'll not get another chance.

-F-F

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I hadn't expected this, but he's running for it. Or possibly it was a ruse to draw me, but that hardly matters.

Rachel's gone--she went alone. I say, jolly well ironic, isn't it?

If you see this, come to Penzance, the shoreline near the stone. Bring extra wands, if you can do.

I said I wouldn't seek him out but he'll get away, if he's not bluffing. And Rachel--

Dash it all, Ron's on a detail and can't read his journal; Sirius can't Apparate, he'd be a sitting duck. Draco's on shift as well, by this time.

I've got to go. I can't--she's not a match in his current form. But together, perhaps.


Je t'aime bien, ma chérie. I'll see you again.

-Justin