In The Pursuit Of

( Application for CALEB CROAKER )

( Notes for Caleb Croaker )

Posted around 6am
[Warded to Abercrombies]

The sedative wore off. Come by, he should be back awake again in an hour or so. He's pretty weak, but he's got all of his mental faculties. I think we should The healers said we shouldn't overwhelm him, so keep the visitations to max 2 at a time.

Looks like it's going to be another week of treatment at minimum before considering release, but no one is in a hurry at this point to rush him out of the building.
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[Warded to Friends of Kent]

Okay. Kent woke up last night. He's all there mentally, but he's pretty weak right now, kind of swimming in and out of consciousness. He's not got a journal and since his family is gonna be overwhelming around probably for most of today, I think we'd better wait on visitation until at least tomorrow. He can absolutely receive owls and if you put anything here I'll make sure he sees it.
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[Warded to Auror Dept]

I know that you're all probably preoccupied with last night's attack, but I just wanted to pass along that Kent Abercrombie is no longer under constant sedation and, while weak, is coherent and cogent.
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[Warded to Abercrombies, Unspeakables, Mates of Kent]

He's stable. They're keeping him knocked out for a couple of days while they do the worst of their healing thing. It's going to be a rough road to recovery, but at least he's on it now. I'll let you know when he's awake.
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[Warded to Veronica]

Okay, I have something to ask of you.
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( Warded Private )

[Warded to R&R and Poker Night Attendees]

Kent's in hospital. It's to do with work so I can't discuss it. But it's fairly serious.

Don't send any food to the house. I don't need anything. I just thought you should know.
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[Warded to Abercrombies]

Come to St. Mungo's. Kent in. It's bad. I'm in with the Healers now.
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[Warded to Winslow, Li]

Thoughts strike like lightening some times and this one just powered Las Vegas. I'm such a fucking genius it's amazing that I'm not a fucking millionaire.

FLUX. FLUX! That man is going to see through WALLS! He's going to see through fucking INVISIBILITY CLOAKS!

God DAMNIT I LOVE SCIENCE! You'll have schematics in the morning.
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[Warded to Moody]

By the time I'm finished with you, Aurors will be lining up to have their eyes ripped out.
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[Warded to Gemma]

Hope you have some others lined up for Maggie. Not much of a connection there.
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[Warded to Friends]

Poker Night? I promise Kent, I will be in charge of cleaning up since you did such a bang-up job last week.
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( Warded Private )

Ugh. Church. In the morning. Too. Early.

Thank you to all the wonderful ladies and gentlemen who came last night to celebrate my birthday. It was absolutely, ridiculously fantastic.

And now, the winner of the costume portion of the night: Fiona Rookwood. Yes, her commitment to looking like a self-made Mummy and her declaration that everything that went into her cup automatically became Urushi tea was brilliant. Well done though to everyone that attended.

[Warded to Emmeline]

Don't worry -- what your secret crush doesn't know won't hurt him.

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[Warded to Friends]

Ever get the impulse to round up all the purebloods and force-feed them Veritaserum?

Me neither.

This message brought to you by Utter Frustration. Utter Frustration: It's Whats For Dinner.

GOD, I'm going to get absolutely wasted tomorrow night.
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My birthday misses Easter AND the full moon this year! That absolutely makes up for the fact that it's on a Monday.

Kent - get on it. You've got plenty of time to plan.

[Warded to Unspeakables]
Did anyone else not get mind-jacked yesterday? I'm behind so many wards that I'm not surprised I avoided it. Just curious.
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[Warded to Friends]

Sometimes you can't build a better mousetrap. Fuck. FUCK Frustrating day at work.

Looking forward to being a imaginary character for a few hours. And pissed.

Poker Saturday?
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Well, the fortune teller didn't get it quite right but jackpot! I picked up a box of stuff my Mum found in the basement yesterday and it's pretty much fantastic. Aside from old maths and spirograph stuff, I found this:

( Good Old Times )

AND TWO ROCKETS! Man, I haven't built one of these in ages! I think this weekend is going to involve some fuel searching. Might be a bit tricky since I don't have my Dad's shop at my disposal anymore; wonder if I can find something sufficiently exothermic at the apothecary...

Sure there is the money but the biggest success of the night is I didn't have to sing. If you're cross, appreciate that! Whole night was a total success, I think and cheers to Rookie for staying round to help clean up.

GOD I need an sausage butty right now.

Whoever made that gnocchi today is in the wrong profession. Pillows of delectable deliciousness. I'm serious - open a shop. I will be your first customer.

[Warded to R&R]

So... what was the agreement on this? Are we gaming in Cardiff tomorrow? I need to know what time to go into work and whether to sort out dinner.
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[Warded to Kent]

I found a book of 16th century hexes in Archives. We should just ransack the Mystery archives - this is fantastic!!

How's Cora?
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[Warded to Cora]

How are you doing?
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I don't think there could be a less inefficient system than St. Mungo's - London registration process. I come in 20 minutes early and end up seeing the healer an hour late. Nice to know that you value your patients' time so much.

Does anyone go out to Dublin or Edinburgh? Better out in the boondocks?

[R&R Group]

Since we're the only ones that aren't being hounded via radio, what do you reckon we game over at our space station? We can transfigure up a few chairs and the like..

[Kent]

We are covered for medical for the escape pod - I had to stop at the apothecary anyway.

Also. I have to show you something when we get some time. Considering our new endeavor.

Just started reading through that post by Noah Burbage. And I also, unfortunately, had to sit through that sensitivity training.

Let me say this: I was in Ravenclaw and I certainly got a metric ton of shite for not only being a Muggleborn student, but being a Muggleborn student who deigned to be smarter and more disciplined in their studying as to out-mark them. So I can say unequivocally that it wasn't just Slytherin doing that (though they certainly DID - anyone who says they didn't see it is lying). Though, and it's anecdotal data at best, they were doing it at possibly at a higher percentage, at least in my tenure.

But honestly? Most teenagers are scared assholes who want nothing more than the security of belonging. Whether it's with their classmates or with their families. And sure, those arsehole teenagers grow up into arsehole murdering bigots or arsehole not-murdering bigots but sometimes they grow up into well-adjusted adults who know better than pre-judge people. Holding what they do as teenagers is just... I don't know what it is. Pointless? Unfair?

We grow up. We settle into ourselves. That's when we start holding people accountable for their words/actions.

I miss my sky.

Not enough to get ripped limb from limb, but close.

Tough times to be an astronomer.

You know, I think I may speak for all Muggleborns here when I say:

DO NOT HUG A MUGGLEBORN

Unless you're friends with one. Or find blue-eyed, genius Welshmen intensely attractive. Or are under the age of five -- the pretty much have free-range to hug anyone on account that they are adorable. But considering the temperature around here, we're all understandably a little jumpy.

Instead, how about this:

PURCHASE A NON-POISONOUS BEVERAGE FOR A MUGGLEBORN PURCHASE A SINGLE ALCOHOLIC, NON-POISONOUS, NON-DEBILITATING BEVERAGE OF APPROXIMATELY 16 OUNCES FOR A MUGGLEBORN (thank you Tara's Little Sister)

Alcohol does make Britain go round. But that's not all inclusive; maybe this:

ENJOY ICE CREAM WITH A MUGGLEBORN

because even dairy-intolerant people have ice cream they can enjoy nowadays. And it's ice cream - it is impossible to eat ice cream and be angry simultaneously (this information is Unspeakable-approved).

But probably the best advice, maybe the best slogan I can offer the Ministry is this:

PEACEABLY COEXIST WITH A MUGGLEBORN

Really, I think we'd all settle happily for that.

I have come to the conclusion that I am more Arthur Dent than Ford Prefect. I'm going to wear a dressing gown every day, lament my loss of tea, and hope to run into my very own Tricia McMillan on a starship outside of Magrathea.

An Improbability Drive would make an EXCELLENT project -- I should really consider that

I cannot wait for tonight. Time to indulge my intensely nerdy side.

[Warded to Kent]
Need to leave at 6 tonight. Sneak in a new episode of Hitchhiker's before we head over to Ted's for R&R.
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[Warded to Mel Fenwick]
Hey kiddo. Hanging in there?
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