Percy Weasley

I'm sorry...

You already know it:
suddenly
it's as if you'd awakened free.
Those walls don't isolate you,
they concentrate
all the world within you,
in your body which alone
without looking for itself, finds itself
resisting, living.
It's what matters.
Rumors from the world arrive
(never so many)
and they break the silence
of your brave solitude.
Torture, mockery,
do not degrade or humiliate you:
they've left your body transparent
and today, you see
your inner self more clearly.
You already know it,
you know what you don't want.
You don't want for yourself the freedom
of the commissioner, the district attorney, and the priest;
you don't want for yourself the freedom
of the bankers, the industrialists
and the landowners;
you don't want for yourself the freedom
that day by day brings you to the Parliament,
to the Army Generals, to the Academy, to the Stock Exchange;
you don't want that power, you don't envy that force.
You have no desire for adulation, for pampering, or obedience.
While your name is paraded in the press:
hero, bandit, sane one, crazy one,
adventurer, apostle, and many other things
that you didn't want to be, that you aren't,
you really know
because of you and for you, what brought you to yourself
to those four walls
where you resist without fear now.
That's what matters.

- Pablo Armando Fernandez

[Charlie Weasley]
That was incredibly stupid, even by your standards. Are you ok?

[Penny]
I haven’t heard anything from you recently, are you well?

[Weasleys]
I used to think that I liked silence, especially yours. But now I find it unnerving.

( [Private to Charlie] )

[Private to family, friends, and any otherwise residents of the Otterton safehouse]

I have officially read every book here at least twice.

( [FRIENDS AND FAMILY] )

( [SOPHIA] )

( [PRIVATE- easily broken by friends and family] )

[Private: Bill]

With you swearing up the place and Charlie and Hestia stomping around there isn't a quite place in the entire house. Its like being home again.

Whats going on? Why is everyone so... angry?

[Private: Order]

There was a girl with Lee when his show cut off, the girl he was calling ‘Ophelia’. She is a friend of mine and she has been captured. They were in Genoa, Italy when they were attacked by Moon in the middle of the show. As I already stated, Moon captured the girl Lee was with but She is pretty sure that Lee managed to get away. She isn’t sure if Lee was hurt or not, but if you want to start looking for him, Italy is probably the place you want to start.

Its times like this that I miss my wand

[OOC- INK HAS BEEN SPLASHED ON THIS PAGE IN HOPES OF DRAWING ATTENTION TO IT]

[OOC- very carefully written]

I read what happened in the Prophet, is everyone alright?

Well…

I have recently finished the last of the assignments that Madam Edgecombe has left for me to take care of and as she is in France (or some such, not here regardless) for the next few days it should seem that unless Mister Edgecombe is in need of my assistance I shall have spare time to full appreciate the study that I have been allowed to use here at this home. It’s a rather large study, I’m lucky that they are allowing me to use it in my spare time. I’ve read a couple of these books already but there are a couple of older ones that I have not entirely finished that I am looking forward to sinking my teeth in.

I’m going to read until I am needed again.

Why didn't any one tell me about dad?

Nevermind. I was going to ask a question, but I found a book instead.

It has been requested that I tell those who are important to me where I am. I have been moved from my cell in Azkaban and placed in the care of Mrs. Edgecombe until I have been successfully rehabilitated to function properly within society. She has been nothing less than kind to me at least a ton better than Azkaban and has been keeping me busy with reports on the Floo network. In fact, I have a report that I should get back to.

Be Careful

My glasses are broken. Its hard to see whats coming at me now.

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