Waaaaaaayne

A pic from my summer vacation. For those who don't already know, I went overseas around checking out theaters. Bonus Points to anyone who knows where this is without googling.

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Any post prior to this one is for a different game with the same character. The journal is being reused and I'm too lazy to go mark everything private.

This is a message for Antonius Edwards.

You framed my da and made it so my cousin can't much play his violin. It's generally considered a bad idea to get on the bad side of an entire Irish family. But..

I just wanted to let you know that a pair of bad eggs named Brady and Wayne Hopkins are going to have front row seats for when they sentence you.

To my friends, a round on me tonight at the Hog's Head (tell me you've restocked, Abe) in celebration of a job well done and good riddance to a whole lot of rubbish.

[Warded to Susan]
Lá Breithe Shona, Suse.

I'll sing it to you proper next time I see you. I ducked out to get you a cupcake with a candle, too. I need to tell Nev that this passage in and out of the castle he found will probably be what wins this bleeding war for us. At least for the folks stuck in the castle, I mean.
[End Ward]

[Warded to the DA]
First off, yeah, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. Lise got my journal back up and running, so I'm in here with Nev and Shay and the others. I dropped by today to drop off some food and some whiskey and some of those naked fella magazines that Shay likes so much.

Turns out things are looking a lot worse than I expected, so I'm sticking around to help out. I'm here for the long haul, lads and lasses. You can't get rid of Wayne that easily. So let's stick it to those Carrows and the snakes, aye?
[End Ward]

[Warded to Morgan, Aoife, and Rhona]
Hey, I figured it would take a long time to send you all messages, and I'm planning to stick to warded messages for the time being. Guess who's back in Hogwarts? Missed me, right?
[End Ward]

Lá Breithe Shona, Stevey.

May your little sisters give you some space and may someone special fill it.

What's that make you now, 25?

Lá Breithe Shona, Hannah.

And I can even sing to you in my normal fella voice again. Ah, I will miss yesterday fondly.

Since I haven't been able to leave the school and anything I would've gotten you for your birthday would've likely been snatched up by our glorious and completely respectable authority figures, I'm afraid you'll have to settle for Wayne's Undying Friendship, which includes a bundle of Kick Offensive Fellas in the Arse for no additional cost.

[Warded to Ernie]
And, in case you were wondering, I can see why most people 'suffering' from shag addiction are lasses.

Since I don't have classes on Wednesday, I'm making the most of this. I could totally go for a couple of days like this. It's like being given your favourite toy for Christmas.

Also, thanks to work from Lavender and Parvati, with the fantastic camera skills of Gen, I give you Wayne's Wednesday.

( Wave your Wands for a make-over photoshoot! )

Seriously, any of you actual lasses who haven't put these two to work decking you out in the fineries are really missing out. They could do this for a career.

Thanks, Vati and Lav. I look goddamn amazing. Thanks for the photos, Gen!

[Warded to Rhona]
I have a great idea.
[End Ward]

[Warded to Vati and Lav]
I totally need sexy clothes. Help a lass out?
[End Ward]

This is brilliant.

[Warded to Zach]
Let's have a chat, you and I.

[Warded to Lind and Ernie]
I'm going to have a chat with Zach. You fellas mind remaining scare for a bit, though stay nearby in case he doesn't take to the talking?

[Warded to Rhona]
We haven't talked much, lass. We've got some catching up to do, aye?

[Warded to Aoife]
Aoife. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, lass. Big hugs when you get here, all right?
Morgan's not her usual bouncy argumentative pain in the arse self to me, but she's saying she's just tired. I'm not believing a word.

If something was wrong, you'd tell me, aye?
[End Ward]

[Warded to Callum]
So, uhm.

I heard a tale today. Today must suck for you. I guess this means you likely won't be my Skyward Student anymore.

[End Ward]

[Warded to the Resistance]
I'm proud of the lad for not going out quietly. I guess the Ministry doesn't try to subdue with stunners and binders anymore. Straight for lethal spells. Utterly fucking brilliant.

Seamus, you probably already thought of this, but you should go hit up his dorm and gather up his stuff before some bastard from the Ministry comes to confiscate it all. If we can get it to surviving family somehow or get it to his friends... eh, trying to put some being stuck her to some use.

I'm starting to understand why that family Brownie saw was trying to get to Hogwarts. I wish all of you were here right now. They're kidnapping and killing KIDS, dammit.
[End Ward]

[Warded to Hopkinses, Finnigans, and Flahertys]
Not a damn one of you are going home for Easter, if I have any bleeding say in it.
[End Ward]

Lá Breithe Shona, Ern.

Too bloody many of you are all born around the same couple of weeks. I'll blame St Patty's day fun on all your parents, aye?

[Warded to Ernie]
Miss having you around, Ern. Wish you'd use your bleeding journal and give us all an update instead of cryptic coin shite that only some of us can even see.

[Warded to Jo]
Lass, I'm checking up on you. I can't be there to offer you a shoulder or anything just yet, but I'll be here with plenty of comforting hugs when you get back, all right? And you better come back.

[Warded to Lind]
I couldn't even go to the funeral. I hope you're not off doing something stupid without me. We'll make a dent this summer, I promise.

Lá Breithe Shona, Morag.

As you slide down the banisters of life
may the splinters never point the wrong way.

[Warded to Morag and 'accidentally' Michael]
And of course if you need someone to keep you warm while Mikey's away on Holiday...

Lá Breithe Shona a Zachypoo.

Today we celebrate the day you decided to add one more special day for your parents, right in the middle of the week between Christmas and New Year's.

[Warded to Team Stuck-at-Hogwarts]
Jonesy's back with us and she's pretty worse for the wear. Pod, you get your little arse over here when you can, you're the only one allowed past the Wayne Defense at the moment. I've given her some biscuits and drinks from Sarah, anyone else needs me to pass her something let me know. She'll come out when she's ready, but I promised I wouldn't let anyone see her like this. Lass has pride, you know how she is.

It's killing me to see her like this. Did the Carrows stay behind too or are they off having their Christmas?
[End Ward]

[Warded to Morgan]
Tell mam I love her, Morrie. And Leah.
And yourself while you're at it.
[End Ward]

[Warded to Family & Friends]
All right. Look, I'm not going to do anything stupid. Yet
This is my fault, I mouthed off to that gods damned Hitwizard and he got my da in on trumped up charges. Hell, some of that might actually even be true - those charges sound like he's been being nice to muggleborns, considering he bleeding well married a muggle.

I'll shoulder that blame and I'll make sure I live to get him back out, aye? Plus, boxing with Jones really helped me vent a lot of anger.

I talked with Seamus and he's right about one thing in particular. Making a target of ourselves is just going to make them go after our families. Which is how they've probably got the other Professors pinned down right now. I think I finally understand. So I'll be keeping my head down, promise.

I will see da again. I will see Antonious Edwards get his. And I will help keep an eye on all of you without crashing down doors in this bleeding place.
[End Ward]

[Warded to Hufflepuff]
Thanks. For being the best damn family a lad could ask for. All of you, even Zach.
[End Ward]

[Warded to Rhona]
I'm sorry if I wasn't too receptive to you earlier, I wasn't myself. I could really use some time with you if I could talk you into it, aye? Just need to wrap my arms around you for awhile, if that's all right.
[End Ward]

[Warded to Morgan and Aoife]
IT IS ABSO-BLEEDING-LUTELY IMPERATIVE THAT YOU FIND MAM AND GET HER INTO HIDING.
[End Ward]

Lá Breithe Shona a Anthony

May the saint protect you-
And sorrow neglect you,
And bad luck to the one
That doesn't respect you
to all that belong to you,
And long life to yer honor-
That's the end of my song to you!