lotus & sweet lime

there are things that drift away ( like our endless, numbered days )

“If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.” — Orson Welles

[Private to Friends]
After nearly seven months back in London, and over a year protesting to the Indian government, I have been granted a hearing with the Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Indian Magical Assembly when she visits the Indian Magical Consulate in London. My hearing is scheduled for October 6th at 11 a.m.



I think they've only agreed to hear my case because Minister Diggory is dead.

( So Very Fucking Private )

( Private to George Weasley )

( Private to Adrian )

( Private to Lavender )


"Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy."
—Arthur Helps (English Historian and Novelist, 1813-1875)

Tell me you have more alcohol and a spare bed/couch/chair. I cannot stay here right now. I will make more dinner than any of you lot can eat, just please let me come over.

( Private to Astoria Greengrass )



( Private to Angelina )



( Private to friends of Angelina )

I cannot thank you for everything.

However, I do a proposition for you, which could lead to long term thanks if it's alright with you.

And I also have a question.

No, I don't need anything. Stay in bed. I was just trying to get your attention and say Hello. Don't really have much of a voice right now.

( spellotaped in )

This is what an ST looks like. In case you were wondering.



[OOC: Posted during the middle of her argument here and here]

Saturday nights have become synon— now mean beer, Daddy, the Wireless, and Lancel-pantsle. my father is hard to keep up with. And, I'm not sure which is worse, hearing him recount (endlessly) the Kestrals/Wasps Snitch race from Friday, or having to threaten to hex him to his chair and turn off the Wireless every five minutes during the Falcons' match today. How much longer is this season??

( spellotaped in )

ALSO
Dear Puddlemere United, Get your arses in gear. I know just as many swears in Hindi as my father, and I'm not afraid to use them. Love, Padma



[Private to Adrian]
want to go to a game that's not yours? you can boo hiss at Puddlemere.

My father has procrued tickets to tomorrow's (well, I suppose this late, it's today's) match between Puddlemere and The Wanderers. I'm going with him to make sure he doesn't send himself into cardiac arrest. And, in anticipan preperi to get ready, I brought him some Beck's and let him pregame while listening to the Pride match on the Wireless. I might have had a few myself.


Also, I'm not sure whether or not to bat him away, or laugh when he does this. He keeps trying to inestig investigate.


( spellotaped in )



[Private to Anthony]
Hey. I haven't heard from you since I came back to Lavender's. Do I need to come up to Steve's to check on you? I can bring Lancelot! I promise he's not drunk, even if he is speeding around the room like a madman.


[Private to Adrian]
Are you okay? I saw that the team members involved in the fight were being held in jail, so that leads me to think you were hurt and in jail for the last day. (Tell me you threw a few good punches first.)

What do you wanna eat? No, you don't have a choice—well, not in whether or not you're eating. I will let you pick the meal, though.

This is ridiculous. We all know this is ridiculous.

[Private to Robert Stebbins]
I can certainly see how sorry you are. You're a fucking coward.
[/End Private]


[Private to Anthony]
I think I'm safe to travel. Can I come see you?
[/Private]


[Private to Lavender]
I'm coming home soon, if that's alright with you? I can't keep hiding.
[/Private]


[Private to Adrian]
They gave him six mon– When do you think you will be back from practice?
[/Private]

I need the following from the store, please.

cumin
hot curry powder
spinach
whole milk you have some
chili peppers (five, green)
extra firm tofu
lemon
red lentils
chick peas
tomatoes (three, ripe)
onions (two, yellow)

I will pay you back.

[Private to Neville]
I'm sorry I haven't been into work the last two days. I told Evie I had the stomach flu... but really, Michael and i did something stupid and I was wondering if you could check on him. He's gotten arrested for attacking a Ministry official. Have you heard anything at the Ministry? Everyone's talking about the NPPCAV murder that Lavender and I are having a hard time finding out any information.


Has anyone questioned you about me?
[End Private]


[Private to Anthony]
I just wanted to let you know I'm alright.
[End Private]

I'm at my parents. Not sure if you noticed when you and Lavender left Luag's for home In case you wondered why I never came home last night. I doubt Lavender told you

Have you learned anything else?

[Private to Anthony]
How are you? How is the country?


[Private to Michael]
Are you okay? You weren't around the Leaky when that happened were you?

Dear Puddlemere United,

Please make it a good game tomorrow. It will be the first game I've my father's seen since my his accident, and I'd appreciate it if you'd not screw this up for me him.

Thanks. Yours sincerely,

Padma

[OOC: written almost immediately after this. Padma darted into the women's loo on her floor, locked the door heavily, then locked herself in a stall where she scribbled this note, handwriting sprawling across the page, tear drops smearing a bit of the ink. Anyone on the floor might have seen her dash into the bathroom looking panic stricken.]

[Private to Michael and Anthony]
It's him[inkblot] It's him. I bumped into him today
in the hallway and [inkblot] he looked like he'd seen a ghost—

nearly knocked over a set of [inkblot] filing cabinets trying
to get away from me. He's here on my floor, right down the hall
[/End Private]

Where are you? Where is he? Is he okay? Please tell me when you know. I can't get him to say anything more than he's fine and he won't hurt himself.



I don't believe him.

[Private to Close Friends]*
WHO THE FUCK IS ROBERT STEBBINS?



[*OOC: In her shock of finding the name of a person she doesn't know riddling her journal, Padma scribbles this down and accidently leaves it unwarded, then she realizing what she's done (maybe an hour, half hour later?) she hexes it Private to Close Friends.]