Triumphant: logs, entries, media.

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[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.

It's been a long time since I've had to do triage in the streets downtown.

I have to say, I certainly haven't missed it.

My brother's a Cursebreaker. Has been for a long time. He stuck around at home more after Myron was born, and then when his wife died, he stayed in town. Once Myron left for school, Aaron left again. I think he's been away more than he's been in London. He writes as much as he can. One letter was from somewhere in Peru. Another one was from the middle of nowhere China. You get the idea. There's always somewhere new, and some grand story about what food he's eaten, or how he almost died, or he'll send a picture of the view he's got.

And I sit here and look out my window and it's bloody raining. Thanks, Aaron. You're a brilliant friend.

JO SAVAGE:

How are you feeling?

WHO: Andromeda Tonks
WHAT: Stirring up trouble or helping the needy, depending on your interpretation.
WHEN: Afternoon
WHERE: St Agatha's, an elderly care facility for muggles in Bristol
STATUS: Complete narrative!

( Is the photographer ready? )

[Sirius]

So did you hear the news?

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.

I'm putting in a new rule - anything that gets left behind in my pub and isn't claimed within 24 hours becomes my property. Not sure what I'm going to do with a pair of frilly knickers but this ring should fetch a pretty knut or three.

There are a million books around the house at any given moment, so I'm normally a big fan of reading. But sometimes, you gotta ask what writers were thinking, yeah?

Also, mental note: I need to put a bell or something on this thing as not to lose it!

Before Skee anyone asks: No. Fucking. Comment.

Though I want it on the record the Scrimgeour pays for his robes out of his pocket and not our funding and if that line gets our budget cut again you scum-sucking road whore I swear I will

[Marly]

Should've saved the drinking for tonight, I guess.

I hear France is nice this time of year.

[Private]
But it was never going to be over.

Well then.

Remember, fellow Blacks and former Blacks, when our Easters weren't about Easter egg hunts, but dipping young House Elves in paint and hunting them in the gardens? Another grand tradition of Aunty Araminta's.