Madam Pomfrey?

[alt_terry]

Madam Pomfrey? The mudblood needs your help, please

master has been muttering all day

now hes yelling, yelling and waving knives

eyes are bloodshot, face is yellowish

masters sister is vomiting

mudblood is afraid

dont know if master will hurt his sister or the mudblood

please, please hurry. and bring help. mudblood cant look after both of them

not with the knives

come to masters quarters. his sister is there too.

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[alt_molly]

Good heavens, Poppy. I'm so grateful this escapade ended without injuries. Not even the Carrows, worse luck.

Minerva, I suppose it's too much hope that we can get one or the other of them sacked now?

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[alt_poppy]

Without serious injuries, it is true, although Carrow managed to cut himself a fair gash on one thigh as he fell, and they each seemed to have acquired a few scrapes and bumps in transit to my ward. Perhaps I expected overmuch of the boys when I put them in charge of managing the Mobilicorpus spells to move our patients through the castle. It was very dark, of course, and the corridors are so cluttered with statues and armour, and the stairs will shift whenever one begins a flight, so there's no wonder how it might have happened. And it's nothing that time won't cure, though it may cost the Carrows each a bit of discomfort in the meantime.


Really, Molly. You and Arthur should be very proud of your sons and the way they conducted themselves last evening.

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[alt_molly]

I imagine Fred and George, at least, wouldn't have been able to resist the opportunity to add a few more clonks to Amycus Carrow's noggin. It's certainly hard enough.

Here's to wishing that your next few days are not quite as exciting.