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[Sun 15 Jul / 8:53pm] |
"We hereby present you, Dennis Creevey, with the medal of honor, and your brother Colin with the Order of Merlin for the upmost sacrifice of giving his life. We are sure your brother is proud of you, and we are sure you are proud of him."
( With all do respect, sir? You don't know me or my brother. )
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[Sun 19 Jul / 2:56am] |
I had a few minutes so I figured I would write something. Colin's birthday was last week
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Colin's birthday was last week. Mum came and found me, and she tried to take me to his grave. I didn't want to go. I got there, and this little bird came and sat on his headstone. I tried to swat it away but mum wouldn't let me, she said it was part of Colin's spirit, like it was his favorite bird. I told her she was daft, and Colin didn't have a bloody favorite bird. She cried, and she cried the whole way home. She made me say something to him, too. All I could say was that breakfast isn't the same without him. She cried even harder...I wish she would stop crying
Colin's never going to have another birthday. Why does fucking Potter get to have one? He stole my brother from me
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I wish I had a bit of time to get back home, but I haven't got any. Mom Hannah, don't wait up for me, I'll be a bit. I had a slice of cake, it's in the fridge. Don't let anybody have it. I er -- I bought it last week. Colin's birthday was last week. I figured he would want me to have a piece of cake, no big deal.
My train's here. I'm off.
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