In this valley of dying stars

11:46pm: 000. Application for Irene Burke @ Whimsic Alley
Irene Burke @ whimsicmods

When I was young I spoke like a child, I saw with a child's eyes
And an open door was to a girl like the stars are to the ( sky )

12:01am: 004. 10 July 1980
[Warded to Narcissa Malfoy]

Are you quite all right? How is Draco handling the incident?

[End Ward]

[Warded to Barty Crouch Jr.]

Are you and your family all right?

[End Ward]

[Warded to Meaghan McCormack]

Have you hear How are you tonight?

[End Ward]

[Warded Private]

He may not be one of them, but he speaks for too many. It begins. Did anyone truly believe it had ended? I wonder if he will receive a trial

[End Ward]


[Added later]
[Warded to Sturgis Podmore]

I cannot imagine I imagine you will hear shortly, if you have not already, of the disturbance at Malfoy Manor this evening.

[End Ward]

4:59pm: 003.
[Warded Private]

Slytherin girls, of course. I suppose it is too much to hope for Aurors to be above schoolage rivalries when the Ministry itself plays to the basest aspects of the populace. If Mysteries were not so fascinating, I would not wish to be a part of it, but what remains? The shoppe? I will go mad here alone every day

Perhaps I should offer Emma the spare bedroom. I had merely thought to suggest one of the other apartments, but she might appreciate a companion as she adjusts after so long away from the country. It is odd. I have been used to larger houses, but Seacliff did not seem so empty.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Meaghan McCormack]

How is practice? They aren't overworking you, I hope.

[End Ward]

I saw a young girl walking with her mother around Diagon Alley today, hugging a very familiar-looking letter. I can hardly believe it has been an entire year since I left Hogwarts. I suppose that makes me sound like a child to some, but I can remember so clearly shopping for my wand and my first textbooks.

9:12pm: 002. 21 June 1980
[Warded Private]

[copied in very shaky handwriting]

One of the most justifiably feared institutions in the United Kingdom is the fortress of Azkaban. Situated on an unplottable island in the North Sea, Azkaban Prison has been home to wizarding Britain's most dangerous witches and wizards for the last six hundred years. In addition to the icy sea, stone walls and network of wards, Azkaban has a more subtle layer of security. Dementors walk its corridors, keeping the prisoners locked within the confines of their

I am not sorry for her.

[End Ward]

I hope that everyone is enjoying the Midsummer celebrations.

4:14pm: 001. 20 June 1980
While it is encouraging to see that Minister Crouch is determined to take such a forward step, I am curious as to exactly what shape he intends these reparations to take and how the process will be overseen.

[Warded Private]

Have we not paid? Life in Azkaban is not enough? Three lives is not enough?

I had given him the benefit of the doubt. It is not entirely the lion’s fault when a victim walks freely into its den. They are to blame for the foolishness. The so-called friend who persuaded them it was a glorious sacrifice - I blamed him. The lion only acted according to its nature, but when the lion emerges to threaten our own home... Surely they will not take both

One might ask what incentive there is to behave honourably if we are all to be painted with the same brush. Or is this simply an excuse to take revenge on the helpless now that the true enemy is gone?

[End Ward]