Jack Jones.

“No man is above the law and no man is below it; nor do we ask any man's permission when we ask him to obey it."
-Theodore Roosevelt
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Tonight is a success story. Well done.

Warded to Amelia Bones:

Come awake and ready to work in the morning. We're going to have a lot on our plate.

Warded to Connie, Charlotte & Henry:

How are Alastor and Dorcas?

Warded Private:

I can't keep avoiding this conversation.

I keep thinking about Colin, more often than not, ever since Bill's confession. Although it's clear that everyone who goes through what they have does it at different speeds, it still bothers me that Bill wants to be open with his brothers about a man he's only been with for a few weeks, but he couldn't be open with them about the man he was living with, the man he was dating for several years. I still can't help but wonder what that means about Colin. Colin loved that man, and for the first time since I found out, I can't see why any more.

I still shouldn't jump to conclusions, however.

Warded to Bilius Weasley:

This is somewhat belated, but I'd like to apologise for the way I reacted to your announcement the other week.

Warded to Charlotte Hart:

How busy are you right now? Nothing is wrong, don't worry; I just find myself in need of someone to vent to for a few minutes, and you won't be home for hours.

Warded to Rosmerta Diggory:

How many people can you seat comfortably at the Three Broomsticks?

I'm sure it doesn't need to be said, but I'm glad you made it through the last full moon unscathed. We were worried.

Warded to Charlotte Hart:

Now that we have a date, I think our next step would be to finalise a guest list and try to find a location with relatively short notice. I'm hoping that people are having fewer larger gatherings these days, so that might work in our favour.

How do you feel about a honeymoon? Just a weekend away, or longer? Any preferences where? Don't worry; I don't plan on telling you all of the details.

Warded to Anne Jones:

I had no idea there was so much to sort out for a wedding.

Warded to Cedric & Arthur Weasley:

I hope Bilius will forgive me for this, but I wanted to extend a hand, so to speak, to the both of you myself. He said he told you two that you can talk to us if you need to, and I wanted to be sure you knew that you can. Although I can't say I know exactly what either of you are going through, I have been in similar shoes before. It wasn't an easy thing to understand or deal with, when Colin told me.

By no means do you have to take me up on this, but if either of you need to talk to someone who has been on your side of the equation, I'm here.

Warded to Jack and Charlotte's Friends & Family:

I have been attempting to find the right words for what I have to say, but nothing I've tried to write today has felt sufficient. I shouldn't postpone any longer, however, so I'll get to the point, even if my words don't fully encompass how I feel.

It seems Charlotte is crazy enough to agree to marry me. Although I'm still not sure why, I am grateful she didn't say no.

We'll have more information (when, where, and so on) as soon as she gets some downtime, but we wanted you all to hear from us directly.

Warded to Anne Jones, Henry Hart, Charlotte Hart, Rufus Scrimgeour, Alastor Moody:

A young woman - Ms Indira Greene, to be exact - requested my assistance in finding volunteers to teach self-defense. Sounds like Crouch would at least consider it if she can find a group of volunteers to help out. Off duty, of course. Any suggestions?

Warded Private:

Tuesday marks eight years.

Yesterday it felt as fresh as the first year. Today it feels as though it happened a lifetime ago. In some ways, it did. We're different, all of us. I find myself imagining what we would all be doing if they were both still alive. Rosmerta and Hamish might have started a family by now, and Colin -- would he and Bill have been more open, by now? I don't know why I do that. It doesn't matter, what might have been. All that matters is what is, and what will be.

If there's one thing I've learned over the last eight years, and have been reminded of consistently since (including several times already this month), it is that life is short and we never know what tomorrow will bring. We never know if tomorrow might be our last.

Warded to Anne Jones & Rosmerta Diggory:

It appears I am going nogtail hunting with Rufus, his younger brother and Tiberius McLaggen this Saturday.

If I do not return in one piece, please see to my will and make sure that Charlotte receives the package for her that is currently safe in my vault.

Warded to Charlotte Hart:

Don't miss me too much this weekend.

Warded to Rufus Scrimgeour & Barty Crouch Sr:

Is there any chance you two would be able to spare a moment or two to talk about the Minister's recent announcement? I doubt it will come as a surprise that I have concerns, and I'd like to make sure the DMLE and the Auror office understands where mine is coming from. I'll be arranging for a meeting with the Minister as soon as possible to go over those same concerns.

Warded to Alastor Moody:

Your lot all hanging in there?

Warded to Charlotte Hart:

I don't suppose I'll be lucky enough to get you snowed in with me this weekend, will I?

It looks like London is in for a storm tonight. Be careful if you absolutely must leave the house, and stay warm.