| [009] Wednesday 19 August 1980. |
[Wed 19 Aug / 4:17pm] |
[ WARDED TO DANIEL ROURKE. ]
With all due respect to Mrs Pryce, I must admit that I am just a little worried about her sanity at the moment -- and probably just a touch more than a little worried about what might happen to the rest of us should she decide to go on the warpath through the camp and we accidentally get in her way. I rather like having both of my arms. I mean, it's all terribly rude of that vulgar Potter woman to have a go at something that rightfully upsets quite a few of our own women, but really. And I think we're only around the new moon right now too, if I have been keeping track of things correctly.
Anyway, I'll be staying inside my tent until this is all over or we have orders from Greyback to do something. No, that is not an invitation to invite yourself in and -- So while I am waiting -- do you remember that time we fought that witch who was absolutely mad and turned you into a rather handsome sloth? And I drew a charming picture of you once I was no longer half-tree? I miss when we were able to do things like that rather than having to put up with this dreadfully dull rubbish about being 'rehabilitated' and having 'jobs' like it is the freedom we were promised. [ END WARDS. ]
[ Wards cast by the on-duty Tier Four Death Eater. ]
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| [008] Wednesday 29 July 1980. |
[Wed 29 Jul / 11:37pm] |
[ WARDED TO ATTICUS AVERY. ]
Mrs Elizabeth Cornfoot was just delivered alive to the Foundation centre, sir. [ END WARDS. ]
[ Wards cast by Fenrir Greyback. ]
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| [007] Wednesday 1 July 1980. |
[Wed 1 Jul / 10:33am] |
[ WARDED TO TABITHA PRYCE. ]
Good morning, Mrs Pryce. I hope I'm not being a dreadful bother by writing to you, I have a question for you that is also sort of a request. Now, I know you are awfully busy, being so important and all that, but I was wondering if it would be possible -- only if you have the time and inclination, of course, as I would hate to be an inconvenience -- for you to help me better myself when it comes fighting against wizards -- especially in light of that ghastly patrol two weeks ago, as I am sure you remember, and another incident two days ago that did not quite go as well as I was hoping it would, at least for myself. I believe my problem is that I am still nervous about what magic is capable of doing, so I have a bad habit of being overly cautious, and particularly so when there's a bit of distance to cover before I'm close enough to do anything. It would be much easier if we could use weapons ourselves, but --
Anyway, as I said, I do not want to be a bother, so I would understand completely if you would not be able to do this. Oh, and in case you were wondering, I got this warded by that Death Eater who has to be here all the time, though I'm not sure how keen that one would be to do it again. Thank you. [ END WARDS. ]
[ WARDED TO DANIEL ROURKE. ]
Regarding Monday night's arrest, I have to admit that at the end there, I forgot you were a homosexual for a moment. May I ask what you were thinking when you did that to the poor girl? [ END WARDS. ]
[ Wards cast by the on-duty Tier Four Death Eater. ]
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| [006] Wednesday 27 May 1980. |
[Wed 27 May / 5:10pm] |
I'm afraid I'm going to sound rather like some uppity middle-class swot showing off having been at an acceptable school, but seeing as there is nothing to do while -- Well, I must say that all of the exposure to fake Latin magical spells since knowing of the wizarding world has oddly piqued my interest in Latin vocabulary and grammar again. I do not think I have touched anything of the sort since I was last in university years ago, and back then, I never would have thought of practicing it as a way to amuse myself in my boredom. Then again, Muggle? Latin isn't nearly as interesting as it seems to be for you magical sorts. I certainly would have enjoyed my classes more if incorrectly conjugating incendo (third conj.) as incendio (fourth conj., which it is not) would have set someone on fire. Like that idiot in January who also threw me through a glass door without even touching -- On the other hand, I do not think I would have liked it much if a master could have easily punished any of us simply by uttering crucio (first conj.) without laying so much as a finger on anyone, so I suppose it works out in the end.
You know, while I'm thinking about this, I wonder if Mr Greyback and Mrs Pryce have the right idea about this rehabilitation business. I mean, if everything goes well for both of them, I suppose they'll get to live normal lives again while the rest of us presently unwilling to repent are terminally bored. Though I must admit that Monopoly, while rather vulgar, was enjoyable enough. They always did seem to be right about everything before. Then again, if they were actually wrong about all that as they have been saying, then I'm not at all sure what to think about this. It's all terribly confusing.
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