DISORDER JOURNALS

Death Eaters --

Take a fucking holiday. Travel somewhere new. Go on a date. Do some yoga. Hug your children. Eat your favourite food. There are only so many ways to commit murder and you've covered every single one, so sit down, chill and do something meaningful for once in your lives.

And do pray nobody places a bomb underneath your chair as you do it. That'd be unfortunate.


[Dora]

How's my favourite daughter?

[Andromeda]

How's my favourite wife?

How about we all celebrate International Women's Day by kicking a purist and/or Death Eater in the face? I think it'll be quite cathartic, personally.

[Andromeda]

Gawain is dead.

Well. If Bellatrix had been less mediocre at duelling, maybe we wouldn't have escaped.

[A picture of Umbridge's belowed cat statue sitting in an unspecified, very snowy location. He has a tiny scarf and a tiny knitted hat for warmth because responsible fake-pet ownership is important.]

Pack your snow boots, Dolly.


[Jeremy and Owen]

I'm so sorry for your loss. I know the words mean very little at this point, but it's important to say them nonetheless. I wish there was something I could do for you both.

[Andromeda]

Distract me. I'm thirty seconds away from setting the Prophet on fire. The building, not the paper. Though the latter may also be satisfying, though more short term.

[Leon]

Hello, fellow Order member. Please tell me about your secret clinic set up. Is there anything I can do to help? I feel like there's very little I have to contribute to the Order at present, and I need to change that. Or at least convince myself that it's not true.

I feel so helpless? I thought joining might change that, but if anything it has done the opposite.

[Gawain]

I'm sorry I couldn't be there for the funeral. Are you sleeping yet?

[Dedalus]

Where are you? How are you? I haven't seen you in a while.

I think I'll do just fine without an ID, thanks.


[Dora]

I found out a while ago that Dedalus is a member of the Order. I wouldn't have guessed, though I probably should have.

[Leon, Jeremy, Imogen] (aka Healers that aren't evil, if there's anyone I've missed poke me and I'll add them in)

How's St Mungos today? Whatever this law means, I hope we can find a way around it. Or should I say 'you'?

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Should I get a Wiztagram account?


Dora

I love you.

Dedalus

I completely forgot to keep you updated with everything that's going on, but I talked to Andromeda. I'll be back tonight, unless you're otherwise occupied? I don't dare staying at home any longer.

I'd like to remind those of us who are likely to judge my son-in-law on nothing but an article written by the Death Eaters' own trophy wife (cute pseudonym, Narcissa, by the way), that you're running the errands of Death Eaters. You may not agree with them on other issues, but the day you accept a sound bite by the Dark Army while gasping at the supposed crimes dreamed up by my dear sister-in-law, you are in fact condoning their work.

There are many people that Death Eaters and their allies don't consider good enough. Werewolves may be on the top of that particular list (unless they're useful, of course), but you're likely on it as well. You may be some way down, if you're a halfblood and nice and quiet, but make no mistake. Sooner or later they'll get to you as well. None of us are safe.

Take your fear and go do something productive with it. They want you to sit around and debate the supposed murder of a no doubt imaginary child. It keeps us busy.

Be better than that.

Pretend that this is not a gnome, but a fancy white porcelain cat, that belongs to Umbridge

Greetings from Italy! :)

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Where are you, Dolly? Miss you lots. 😘


[Fred]

Do you remember what you said the last time I patched you up? Something about "trolling"? I've been informed that's what I'm doing, so that's exciting! Anyway, I need more ideas. I'm running out of selfies taken in places I'm not actually in. Time to step the game up, don't you think?

[Dora]

I'm coming home soon. For a few days, at least. I demand seeing you as soon as physically possible. Need to check that you're taking good care of my grandchild. Also, I bought you sweets.

[Andromeda]

Do you want anything from Amsterdam?

[Leon]

How much do I have to pay you to do something stupid?

Run faster, Dolly. This is almost too easy.


[Friends] (As usual, can't remember who this is? Throw yourself in!)

It's not. It's bloody tedious. But the coffee is good.

[Gawain]

Umbridge is excessively smug today.

You got to move faster than this to catch me, Dolly.

So how much do you get if you deliver a muggleborn such as myself to Chez Cat Hair? Surely we can't be worth more than a knut or two? We are terrible magic stealing interlopers, after all.


[Andromeda]

On the off-chance this post will give you a headache, I bought a lot of fancy alcohol with my last paycheque. And a cat.

[Drew & Jeremy]

As you've probably noticed I'm gone from work. I won't be coming back until someone does us all a favour and put that miserable old fool down once and for all. I really liked working with both of you, and just want to check in. Please be careful and look out for each other.

Apologies if I come off as a concerned parent.

Cute little list the Prophet published today. Very subtle.


[Tonkses + Remus]

So, I sorted my paperwork, I set my trainees up with new schedules and I'm not going back to work. And I'm furious. They have no right to make us choose between registering and God only knows what, and that disgusting Umbridge woman is sitting here chirping about "nothing sinister!" and oh my God where is the chocolate?

I've been at St Mungos nearly thirty years for fuck's sake.

[Gawain]

So who's going to round up those pesky muggleborns who won't register like that toad of a woman is demanding? I assume that's the next step, although I'll be delighted if you tell me I'm wrong.

[Drew Spinnet]

I sent your new schedule to your omail. I know it's a few days early, but I needed to clear my to-do list. Good luck.