Signed by Penelope Clearwater [Dictaquill; November 2, 19:00]
My nightmare was horrible. I woke up terrified, cold and clammy. It took me hours to even get myself in any state to write this out for you. My right wrist still hurts, however it was previously injured and would occasionally act up. It reminds me of Azkaban but it isn't something I've seen or experienced. Although they tried to discourage me from ever writing again in a similar manner.
I dreamt that I was tied to a chair, and when I looked up I saw a man. A man who I knew I loved, but he cut off my right pinky and proceeded to the next finger and the one after... I pleaded and cried out in pain but he just wouldn't stop.
It makes me sick just thinking of it. It seemed too real.