Private message to Rodolphus and Lana

[alt_bellatrix]

Ravage came to me with intel regarding the rest of the Baddocks' whereabouts. Ensured credibility via legilimency - apparently one of the Baddock children wrote to a friend back in New London, saying they were "no longer in England" and had sailed from Penzance.

My evening schedule is full, but once I've taken my last meeting, I plan to Apparate to Penzance to inspect the status of the wards there for myself. I will only be gone for a short while. Tell absolute no one of my absence - not even Rowle. I will decide when and if he will get to share in the news, should it turn out to be auspicious.

If the wards are indeed passable, you should prepare yourselves to evacuate New London in short order.

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[alt_rodolphus]

So noted.

[alt_lana]

Forty minutes.

Rod, I can't possibly have all this ready-

I simply can't.

private message to Lana

[alt_rodolphus]

Darling, I think she means to discuss who to place on the evac list, not for us to actually evacuate in 40 minutes time.

Though she is in a hurry. And her journal post makes me wonder what she's done.

[alt_lana]

Needn't worry about Rowle, he's had me cornered all evening, helping prep his speech for tomorrow's opening ceremony.

Do let us know what you find in Penzance.

[alt_bellatrix]

Have confirmed that the wards at Penzance are passable.

Must take care of a few more items of business before my return. Both of you meet me in my office one hour from now.

[alt_lana]

Oh. Oh, goodness.

Of course.

One hour.

[alt_bellatrix]

My office. I didn't say you had to be ready to leave, though the sooner the better.

Calm yourself.

[alt_lana]

Yes, alright.

We'll be there.

[alt_rodolphus]

"You lose?"

And what is that in reference to?

[alt_bellatrix]

Loose ends.

Private Message to Rod

[alt_lana]

Merlin, you'd think Rowle had never given a speech before. I was tempted to send him home with a tummy tonic and a dose of dreamless sleep, but I was the picture of patience and let him wear himself down.

I suppose I'd feel more invested in tomorrow's ceremonials if we weren't on the verge of leaving all of it behind, but we are, and now it's after ten, and I've only just got home to begin pulling things together.

I keep going back and forth between thinking we'll simply have to buy everything we need when we get there and thinking that, no, we really must take the things we depend on every day. And, naturally, I'm as big as an erumpent, but I can't logically take two sets of everything, and I've no idea what size I'll be once the baby's come. But I can't be left with only a tent to wear afterwards.

And then I think of the small essential things, like Antosha's Ummi's tea, which we absolutely must bring, only then it flies out of my head before I can either add it to my list or go collect it and put it in one of the parcels. I can't hold a thought more than six heartbeats, and then I keep thinking of the same things over again and finding I've already got them in a pile or on the list. I'll be quite mad by morning, I'm afraid.