Triumphant: logs, entries, media.

[ Remus ]

Are you o

Recovered from your bout of amnesia yet? What was that all about, anyway?

[ Andromeda ]

How are you doing? I expect Prewett is keeping you well fed -- if not, we're having words.

[Sir
[Narcis

[Be

[DMLE, minus Nymphadora]

There is a Dark Mark over my home. Requesting an Auror presence please.

If we could avoid involving my daughter in this until after I have the chance to speak with her myself, it would be appreciated, although I understand if that isn't possible.

[Potter]

We need to have a conversation.

This entire country is fucked.


[Gideon] (added later)

Hello Gideon. I can't get to an owl at the moment and I'm not sure if your sister has one of these. Would you mind asking Molly (or would you mind, since it's your place now too, I suppose) if I stopped over for the night? My daughter might be by later, too.

For Merlin's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of manners.

WHO: The Order of the Phoenix (minus Dumbledore & Fabian Prewett, who wore sweat pants twice in one week so they can't sit with us).
WHAT: A meeting of the minds, & a place to get it all out there.
WHERE: James' ramshackle old manor house. Have fun with that, chickadees.
WHEN: Last night/today

IC/OOC LOG: Therefore feel free to respond with what your character said or did either in prose or description.

( Horcruxes, Death Eaters and Dumbledore. Oh my. )

[ORDER minus DUMBLEDORE]

We have a lot to talk about. And there is no point in keeping secrets or splitting off from one another, now. We're either all in -- or we're out. Got it? Good. If all this is going to work -- I need you. We need each other.

Is everybody available to come to my house tonight, say around 17:00? Bring a dish, and I'll have dinner waiting.

He's subnational, she's subnational; you're probably a subnational, aren't you, you wicked thing.


[fixed into the journal with a charm; every so often Evan smiles and points an idle
finger outside of the frame as though to say Is that a subnational? Are you quite sure?]

Isn't it funny, how people sometimes just ~ poof.

I'll never understand nostalgia. The past was not that great. People are so intent on only remembering the shiny parts and trying to dig up the past that they're self-fulfilling the "doomed to repeat history if we don't learn from it" saying. We've learned nothing; there were no good ol' days. Enjoy living in the now for once, and maybe it won't seem so bleak. There are a lot of people who your "good ol' days" killed who don't have that opportunity.

FLORENCE

I have a theory and I need someone to hear me out.

[ MEMBERS OF THE FORMER ORDER, EXCLUDING ALBUS DUMBLEDORE ]

Your favourite ex-convict murderous traitor here.

01 -- Unicorn blood can be used to keep a person from certain death.
02 -- If you haven't heard the word Horcrux before, learn it now.

Do what you want with this information.

who: THE BROTHERS BLACK
what: Never let Sirius do research solo
where: Grimmauld Place
when: The evening of May 31st
notes: PG13 for language & themes

( Destroying everything, utterly ruined, boot-scuff traitorous constellation with brains less than Kreacher’s, piles and piles and he was told the master’s notes must not be disturbed, Kreacher told him just as right but would he listen, no, never listened, not ever, killed the mistress and now he’ll kill -- )

Skeeter, you can take your NEW addendum and shove it up your undoubtedly bleached arsehole. No doubt its depths are more impressive than your so-called deep investigative findings.

Added later.
[ REGULUS ]

Unicorns and defilement. What's up with that?

who: Remus Lupin & Sirius Black
what: Whilst catering to the circus that is the DMLE, the ex-friends have a run in
where: DMLE offices
when: A day or so before this
notes: PG13 for language & themes

( Will you ever tell me the truth? )

who: THE BROTHERS BLACK
what: Regulus has his cave moment
where: Grimmauld Place
when: Now
notes: PG13 for language & themes

( What passed in between was too heightened an experience to be real, too real an experience to be imagined. )

I feel like I need to sleep for twenty-sommat years and even then might not have caught up with what training and working has deprived me of!

But first. Curry. I'm starving. Or anything! Probably need take-away though. Last I ventured into the kitchen, I thought Mum and Dad were going to have apoplectic fits. Mm.

private to Mum

When are you free, d'you think? Can we do Mummy time?

private to self

James Potter is back. It's been the talk of work, natch. Cold case and all. And he's speaking against Dumbledore, who used him and his poor family as...reasons? Examples, I guess. I kind of want to talk to Mum and Dad about how it actually was..before..I don't really remember.

Real question, though is this -- what if it's not Potter? More use of the family as a mouthpiece, as an example. And, either way, how much can fire fight fire?

Private to Sirius

Was it really James Potter?

Who: Sirius Black & James Potter
Where: The old, shuttered-up estate
When: Right after the big reveal
What: Sirius swears his fealty to James, & other Game of Thrones like stuff.

***

( It is a corruption of the French imperative 'M'aidez' meaning 'Help me!' )

[Sirius]

So did you hear the news?

Needless to say, but --

tonight, I am otherwise engaged. Don't come by. But if you do, prepare to be shed upon. That's been known to, er, happen.

[Later, amended with a private ward to James Potter]

12 Grimmauld Place. That's him.

I just need you to know it, lest I give into temptation tonight and bring some friends

I went to get ink and a new quill at Flourish and Blotts this afternoon and determined there was no force on the planet that could make me go through with my intended activity. Such a crowd about the shop, I do not know what they found so thrilling, but their numbers did nothing to thrill me.

[Ward: Private]

I dislike the number of Death Eaters of old that are suddenly walking, speaking publicly, even boasting.

There is nothing good that can come of this.

At the same time, I wonder that there is any good of the current world the way it is. When I must tutor young Malfoy in secret what he should have learned from the best instructors of the Wizarding World because what will be taught in the classrooms he walks through is mere theory and useless talk - no action.

Still, the world the Death Eaters would build is no more interesting to me than the world that Dumbledore has built. I wish only to be left alone. Sometimes I wonder why I did not return to the Muggle world and simply stay there - ignoring the politics and machinations of this world where I have only ever partially belonged.

[Ward: Lupin]

I trust you found your Wolfsbane Potion effective?

It does not matter how old one's children get, receiving mail from them is always a delight. My youngest daughter, particularly, lives in France with her great Aunt and I see her so infrequently, that an Owl is something treasured.

[Private]

Sometimes I wake and I do not recognize this world that has been brought upon us by Dumbledore's vanity and foolishness. We were right to fear him - he's essentially castrated our society and is slowly squeezing the lifeblood out of it.

Sometimes I fear that if we are not careful there will be nothing left of our history and our tradition, that we might well just go and live among Muggles for at least then we can learn their primitive ways of protecting themselves against threats perceived or real. Perhaps I ought to send Theodore elsewhere from Hogwarts.

What is the point of being magical if, when practising magic, you are incarcerated and find for it? Your government is making you no better than the Muggles to which they so richly cleave. And if you had ever worried that magic would flee Britain, you only need now see ... that it will.

And you have Albus Dumbledore to thank for that.

For making pathetic Muggles out of you.

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I was contemplating recent events as I took tea this morning and naturally I simply had to read the leaves. Concentrating one's mind on a subject does give such clear readings. But oh dear, what terrible things I saw in the leaves! A deer being chased by a rat and a dog. Oh, how I shudder. Quarrels and disputes leading to treachery and adverse conditions. As terrible as the news has been so far, it will only get worse!