InsaneJournal

Journal: Various Wards
[Warded very heavily to Dora. Written a little shakily.]

I was supposed to be in the Other part of London today, but Sophie was running late, she's the one working with me on the steel contract, I think I mentioned I.E. got that last week, and she called and said her son's crèche had called her to say he was sick, and could we meet for lunch tomorrow, and Dora, I think she's dead. There were bombs set off, and it looks like one of His attacks all over again. She was all right, really, not a bit like I expected, even though she didn't have a drop of magic in her, and she had awful taste in men, and I think she may be dead, because her car wasn't working properly, so she was taking the Tube, those Muggle underground trains, to go get him. Half the building's in an uproar, and we can't get any work done, and I can't find Rich to make him tell me what's going on, because you know he'll probably already know, and what if they've got magic, Dora? What if they get into our London, and what if it's like the War all over again? I can't think of it, Panda, I can't, I just can't. What if they've got magic? Jane Floo'ed, and she said even Father'd taken notice, said he says they're such barbarians, making little explosives that can do so much more damage than spells, and really, it's a shame that the Ministry's stooped so low lately to be so friendly with the Muggle Parliament, and talking about how the Muggles are thinning their own herds, but I keep thinking about Sophie, and how she wasn't stupid like we learned Muggles are.

[End ward.]


[Warded to Rich.]

There's talk going on in the journals, and I told my cousin Adrian that maybe some of the Big Fish know if there's a fund being put together.

You're safe?

[End ward.]


[Warded to Theo.]

I've decided to work from home today. Let's have lunch together later? Mebby can make that salad you like.

[End ward.]