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[ | | May the 7th @ 09:55pm
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[Warded to Megan/Morag's Pub Night attendees]
Megan, we're at the pub celebrating the bastards getting arrested. I know you're in the hospital, but I thought you might like to participate remotely.
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[ | | May the 3rd @ 12:23pm
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Sunlight feels really, really good.
Our house is a complete wreck, so we'll be going back to the MacDougals' tonight, but for today we're trying to see what we can salvage.
I mostly just wanted to say that I'm out, though, and that I've missed everyone. And to say thank you to all of you who kept on fighting, whether you can read this or not. Without you, I'd still be in there.
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[ | | December the 25th @ 06:04pm
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[Warded to Podougals]
Calling in from Caer Dubh!
Angus is taking Ross on the tour of the armory. I think he'll be all right. Dinner was amazing, as always. The castle's quiet, and I don't think Mum's ever hugged me so long as she did tonight. We're sitting on the sofa by the fire now, and she's stroking my hair like she did when I was small. I feel small right now. Very little in a very big world, after listening to all the talk at dinner tonight. Lots of heavy conversation about politics and war and international issues. They've disconnected the regular floo here--only the old 15th century connections are still active, and they only go a few places. They're not part of the regular floo. Mum and Uncle Angus were talking about it, but it's all mostly over my head.
Nick isn't here this year. It seems he and Uncle Angus have been working with Mr. Vance and some other people on getting Muggleborns out of the country. They couldn't tell me exactly where he is, but they did say that after the last run he and Angus took, Nick stayed to work on lobbying for foreign aid in the fight against You-Know-Who. No word yet on if there's been any success in convincing other governments that Britain's problems can, as Aunt Lydia said, quickly become theirs if allowed to go on long enough.
They got word that Dad's faring as all right as anyone can in Azkaban. He's alive and he's not gone mad. Mum finds it suspect how much's been left out, but Dad's strong. He always has been. He wouldn't let Azkaban break him. Yes, I'm still worrying more or less all the time, but after the news I got from Mr. Gumboil, just hearing that he's for certain alive is good news.
Mum, Aunt Lydia, and Uncle Angus send their love to all of you. To Morag, they add a "look after your brother" and to Rory, they add a "look after your sister." Ian, Mum says to be safe, keep the faith, and remember that your sister is much, much cooler than you. (All right, so I made up that last part.) Rory, I'll get Whitney's gift in the post first thing tomorrow--gorgeous dress, by the way. Never let it be said that you don't have excellent taste in women's clothing.
Happy Christmas, and I love all of you. Be good, be safe, be kind to one another, don't give me a bunch of shite about being sappy, because it's Christmas, damn it, and you'd better all have a hug for me when I come back to school because I'm going to have presents for you.
Happy Christmas.
[end ward]
[Warded to DA and Resistance]
Ross and I've gotten snippets of things here and there while we were sitting around the cafe. It's mostly rumours and hints and half-heard whispers, but we've noted as much as we could. I'll get it put together into something legible and sensible tomorrow after I go see Mr. Robards. Hopefully he can give me something to add to it.
Be safe, be well; Happy Christmas.
[end ward]
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[ | | December the 23rd @ 12:44pm
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[Warded to Sarah Montgomery]
I went to see your father this morning. He has the same kind of wary look that everybody at the Ministry does lately, but he's there and he's okay. He didn't say much - I think he's being cautious of anybody overhearing too much - but he invited me and Ross to dinner at your house tonight. Anything we should or shouldn't say about you or school?
[end ward]
[Warded to Podougals, Leah, and Logan]
They've busted Al Gumboil down to the Records department. I went to his old office, and there's some slimy-looking wizard sitting in there. He smiled when he suggested that I check in the records department. Rookwood, the nameplate said.
He asked my name
When he asked my name, I used Millie's. I don't know why. It just popped out of my mouth like I'd planned it. "Millie Green!" I said, and I smiled, even though inside I was having a panic attack. I walked down the hall, and then I started sprinting down to Records. I never felt so creeped out from somebody just looking at me.
But given how much he could tell me from working in records, I think the savvy old coot might've got himself sent there on purpose.
[end ward]
[Warded to DA and Resistance]
Talked to a family friend down in the Records department. He told me he couldn't talk right there, but to meet him at the Courtside Cafe at lunchtime. I did, and ended up following him to a chip shop out in Muggle London. He didn't know a lot, but he gave me this:
- Luna Lovegood was ordered to be picked up for questioning, but there's no arrest record. There also isn't a release record. She's essentially disappeared from the system.
- Simon Capper has been remanded to Azkaban, where he's meant to be kept in solitary confinement as a Dark Creature.
- However, Azkaban is a mess as far as records are concerned. They've had so many inmates taken in that the place is pretty much chaos. If anybody knows exactly who's in, who's out, and who's on the run, it's not the man in charge of DMLE records processing. So maybe they won't leave Simon in solitary after all.
- Reports of overcrowding are true. Reports of inhumane conditions are true. It's It's sounds like a concentration camp in th bad. He said there are people working in Azkaban who are doing some good for them, though--smuggling in blankets and food and putting in some protective charms--and that so many of the Dementors are gone to work directly for You-Know-Who that there aren't so many of them in there.
I got an address for Mr. Robards. The secretary said he's on a leave-of-absence, but he's supposed to be home again for Christmas. She was sweet. Gave me a peppermint toad. I'm going to see if I can track down Mr. Robards at home - based on the way Mr. Gumboil and Mr. Montgomery acted, I think Ernie's probably right that the Ministry has to be assumed to be bugged.
Speaking of, Ross and I are having dinner with the Montgomerys tonight. Mr. Montgomery is in legal, so he might have a different set of information than Mr. Gumboil.
Ross and I are also going to try just hanging around the Courtside to see what we can overhear. A lot of Ministry types go there for lunch and tea and the like, and it's possible they're not watching themselves quite so carefully there as they are in the Ministry offices.
[end ward]
I wish I knew what to say about the Madleys. Or about the Cappers, or any of the families who keep getting hurt. I keep trying to come up with something, but I can't. I feel like I've repeated myself so many times that it's turned to nonsense. I thought Christmases couldn't get any worse, but this one is hands down the worst. Every time I hear a bell jingle I want to melt it down in a furnace.
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[ | | December the 22nd @ 01:24pm
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[Warded to Podougals]
I just got back from the Ministry offices. The place is every bit as horrible as you could possibly imagine. Everyone's looking over their shoulders. I've never seen so many shifty eyes in one place.
Mr. Patel, mum's old assistant...he's the chief medical examiner now, but you'd never know it from the way he kept glancing over at the secretary, like he was checking to see if she was watching. He acted like he'd never met me. Just ordered me out, like I hadn't been to his wedding or babysat for Ramesh. Even DJ wouldn't really talk to me, and he didn't so much as crack a smile when I came to see him. When I asked about Luna, he told me he couldn't comment on an ongoing investigation. When I asked if that meant there was an investigation, then, he gave me the "can neither confirm nor deny" line.
Luna doesn't have an Aunt Euphemia.
[end ward]
[Warded to DA and Resistance, separately]
Simon's family is managing as well as can be expected. Jo and Ross have been over there most of the day.
Luna doesn't have an Aunt Euphemia on either side, at least not that I can find. Unless she's one of those aunts that's not technically related and is a muggle, I don't think she exists. If Mr. Lovegood wanted to lie, he probably should have picked a more common name.
Haven't had much luck at the Ministry so far. I thought it was bad at school, but it's twice as awful here. Everybody in the whole building looks as if they think they'll be shut up in a cell if they so much as format a memo wrong. I've never seen the DMLE offices so quiet. All I've got is that one old friend of my dad's said when I asked about Luna that he can't comment on an investigation in progress. When I asked if that meant she was being investigated, he said he "could neither confirm nor deny" the fact. He never used to talk like that
I'll go back tomorrow and see if I can find Gawain Robards. He wasn't in his office today, but I'm going to try again.
[end ward]
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[ | | December the 21st @ 11:56am
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[Warded to DA and Resistance, separately]
Ross and I went to Luna's house this morning, to see if she'd come home. Her father said she'd been there, but that she's gone on an extended visit to her Aunt Euphemia for the holiday.
I've never met the man before, so maybe it's just how he always is, but he seemed anxious. And sending your only daughter away for the holiday right after she got yanked off a train by Aurors? It's weird.
Maybe I'm just being overly paranoid, but I'm going to go by the Records and Archives section of the library to see if I can find out if Luna even has an Aunt Euphemia. She certainly hasn't mentioned one before that I've heard of.
[end ward]
[Warded to Podougals]
Grandmother's being aggressively holiday-cheerful. She's wearing a jumper with ornaments on it. It's like she's trying to jingle all the misery out. It's fake and tinny and she's awful at it.
I saw Lacey, though. She was right here at the train platform to meet me with Grandmother. They both looked like they were about to cry when they saw it was just me. She says she loves all of you and she's sorry her letters didn't get through, and she'll have presents for you when you come home, and that you're all twits.
Grandmother says I can go to the castle on Christmas Day, but only by side-along with Lacey. They've disconnected the Floo there. I'm not allowed to go before, she says, because travel's being watch so very closely.
I miss you all. Please don't do anything stupid.
[end ward]
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[ | | December the 20th @ 02:33pm
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[Warded to Seamus Finnigan, Wayne Hopkins, Megan Jones, Morag and Rory MacDougal, Sarah Montgomery, Ian Podmore, Eowyn and Eomer Proudfoot, Jack Purkiss, Anthony Goldstein, and Evie Spinnet]
I don't
I
We
I don't know if anyone might have told you yet, but they took stopped the train on our way to London. Aurors boarded, and they took Luna. I'm really We don't know where or why. I tried Anybody who said anything got hit with a bodybind. I'm
I never
[end ward]
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[ | | December the 17th @ 09:52am
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[Warded to Lavender Brown, Lisa and Scott Turpin, and Terry Boot]
All right, so Ernie says we're to brainstorm. I figure this is easier than trying to get us all in one room, what with the differing schedules and places to be and all. And of course this discussion can continue over break, but we might as well get started now, yeah?
So we need ideas for ways to fight back that aren't going to get anyone thrown in the dungeon. Off the top of my head I've got:
- more graffiti
- tricks like the sleeping potion that Sarah and I pulled on Melinda. As long as everyone agrees to stay quiet, we can do slow-rolling stuff like that where they won't realize what's happening until it's too late.
- more quotes and statements like Padma's group was doing
Discussion...GO!
[end ward]
I have a confession to make. I really like N*Chant's "I Want It Like That". I know it's a stupid song, and the lyrics make no sense, and it's a total ripoff of a Muggle song but it's just so blasted catchy. I can't help it.
The Cool Police may come revoke my Cool Card now.
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[ | | December the 16th @ 11:58am
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[Warded to Mandy]
I don't know if you have your journal with you, wherever you are, but they're saying that Lisa's going to be okay.
I know you're probably blaming yourself a lot, but don't be too hard on yourself, okay?
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[ | | December the 14th @ 04:10pm
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[Warded to Ian]
Well done. I suppose I'll give her elaborate death threats now.
[end ward]
[Warded to Megan Jones]
Hi, Megan. I'm just writing to say that I think you're very cool, and I'm glad my brother wised up and convinced you to be his girlfriend. He thinks I'm making death threats if you break his heart and stuff, though, so let him panic about that at least a few minutes longer.
[end ward]
And people think I'm the dramatic one.
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