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What the hell?! Isn't this Hogwarts? Why am I here? I've got a stack of paperwork to get finished and that meeting with the Minister tomorrow, and I'm in bloody Scotland! Is this a hex? Did one of the boys do this as a joke? I'm going to kill them if they did. Or Annie, hell she's just as capable.

Rose is going to wonder where the hell I am. Although, her parents are coming over tonight so at least I get out of-

What's that?

[Loud rustling is heard, Arthur has picked up the journal]

Stupid thing.

[The recording is cut short as he flings it over his shoulder.]

(ooc: Arthur remarried after the death of Alfred and Matthew's mother and had a daughter named Annie with his new wife (Rose, kind of a trophy wife). Peter was still adopted later. Annie is hypothetically in the 3rd year of Hogwarts. Arthur never left the Ministry of Magic, so he's wondering why on earth he's here.)

Oh, bollocks.

[So Artie left Hogwarts after he began to hate the sight of it a Wizarding War leg injury made it too difficult. That's his story and he's sticking to it. He toured Europe for a while, taking in the Arts and glaring at French people. Whilst visiting Alfred in America one year, he had a short relationship with a Hungarian-American college professor, but ended it before going back home. When Matthew died he spent a lot of time reading and getting a bit drunk a bit too often. After a few months, he pulled out of the slump and got his first book published.]

[Arthur had experienced a considerable panic attack when the chaos began. He was worrying about twenty things at once, and when he heard that Gryffindor tower had been attacked, the primary worries had increased. After some frantic searching, he'd heard that Alfred and Matthew were all right but had no idea where they where. As for Peter, he'd felt sick when he found out his youngest was injured.

Luckily, it hadn't been nearly as bad as he'd feared, but he still planted himself firmly beside his son's bed and worried quietly, being a lot more doting than usual.]

Alfred, Matthew, if you read this then please contact me immediately. I'm in the Hospital Wing with Peter. His arm is broken, but apart from that he's fine. I'm staying with him.

Please... please contact me. I'm worried sick.

ARCHIMEDES CAN TALK! (he says "hello", by the way)

I got back after breakfast and I walked in and suddenly he asks me how breakfast was. I thought I was going crazy until he spoke to someone else.

But he has perfect articulation!

[Filtered from Alfred]

I feel it is my duty to inform you that Alfred will be staying in the Hospital Wing for a while. He's become overwhelmed by stress, and has injured his hand. And for those of you who have preconceptions about me: no, I didn't do it. He injured it whilst being violent to my parchment cabinet.

For those of you close to him, I encourage you to visit, as I know he'd greatly appreciate it.

Alfred, is there any particular reason why Peter is hiding from you in my office/chambers?

It's some reason that you'll determine is none of my business, no doubt. I can always try.

And don't start on that "YOU HAD YEARS TO TRY, YOU JERK", nonsense. I have a bloody migraine.

The fucking dust in my classroom is multiplying, I know it.

Whoever left a bizarre Muggle contraption in the Ancient Runes room, could you please come and collect it? I don't know what it is but it's making noises at me and... I can't make it stop.

And if it was you who stole my new bottle of Firewhisky from my room, please let me know so that I may turn you into a goat, good day.