Elladora Guffy

I wonder if the staff here knows there's a huge crack in the ceiling. It runs half the length of the ceiling and then crawls down the wall and disappears behind a portrait of a wizened looking old wizard with a green, lumpy mole on his nose. That certainly can't be healthy. I should really see if he can talk. Though, I doubt he'd appreciate being asked if the growth on his face is diseased.

Shifting through angry letters about the Hogwarts attack is not exactly the most glamorous assignment, but at least, so far, they've been relatively benign. I have a feeling they're only going to get worse as soon as people have a chance to stew about it. That's usually how this works. The most vicious sentiments aren't expressed until two or three days after the fact, once the shock has worn off and the hopeless and helplessness has settled in. And protective mama bears are usually the worst when it comes to things like that.

How much longer am I going to have to be in this bed? Burns all over my legs, a few deep cuts. Parts of it were simply enough mended, but they're worried about the burns getting infected before the potions that they gave me can regrow the skin. Friday if everything goes well. Tuesday at the earliest of things don't. They're not being clear about how things could go wrong, but they're rarely very clear when they've got so much to fuss over.

Eh. I'm still breathing. That's what matters in the long run.

Hey, Gimpy. Want to keep me from ending up counting ceiling tiles? And possibly smack me for calling you Gimpy?

So. Not positive I'm gonna be able to make it over there this Sunday. Feel like dropping by the St. Mungo's Spell Damage Ward?

Food innuendo, eh? Well, at least they're leaving the response to this up to my discretion. I'll have to stop by tomorrow, take down the contents of the offending ward, and come up with a suitable punishment.

Naughty, naughty girl. The Ministry does not tolerate such tomfoolery in their England. You should know this by now.

Life. It would be a monumental judgment either way, but she's only 22. That's a long time to suffer for something that you didn't do under your own control. Sure, she's a bit brash. Sure, we're only a stone's throw away from being purebloods. Sure, they caught her red handed, but that doesn't mean anything. She's my sister.

I suppose this is why in cases like this we work to avoid conflict of interests. I'd never believe that she was guilty no matter what evidence was put in front of me. She's just not like that. We're not purists. Our parents raised us better than that. Speaking of our parents, Mum seems convinced that this is somehow my fault, that if I weren't so wrapped up in this war as an Auror that either someone wouldn't have felt the need to go after Ray or Ray wouldn't have been driven to do things like this. She isn't sure which, but she's convinced that whatever it is, it's all because of me.

And I'm inclined to agree with her. I know haven't been very good at keeping my head down. I know that I was a target. I knew that families were targets, but... I honestly would have been happier if they had just killed her. At least that way, she wouldn't have had to suffer.

Settled all right?

Apparently I'm a Death Eater. I feel priviledged that a poster decided to inform me of a position that I was unaware I held. I would be laughing about this if I had found it in the street instead of it being tacked to my door when I got home, but all things considered...

Do we have a procedure to handle this sort of thing?

Who the fuck do they think they're kidding?

So. Anyone care to enlighten me to what psycho wolf-bitch is on about?

Don't leave the house. Lock your doors. Have your wand at the ready at all time. And I swear to god, you'd better not do anything stupid! Everyone is going psychotic.

I don't know what to do. We need to talk.

Is there something I should know?

Coming tomorrow. If you've got the mail, you know why. If you've got questions, make a new entry. Already got the fathead upstairs breathing down my neck. Don't need any warnings.

I wish I didn't feel so much like quitting right now. I'd never actually do it, but I can't help that the frustration at the whole system that has been building is starting to get to me. I can't change who I am. I don't disrupt the office much. God, I haven't even bothered to play a prank since Edgar di in a few months. We've had more important things to do, and I understand that. But just because we're busy doesn't mean that we have to act like completely business minded robots like Crouch seems to think that we should. In order to get the public to cooperate, they have to trust us. And for them to trust us, they have to think that we're actually doing our job with their best interests in mind not just because we have to enforce the law.

A two year old with a dream and a stick, my arse. I've actually been doing everything that I've been asked to do. I haven't gotten any sort of notices, but just because I made one little crack and asked a perfectly valid question, I get talked to like I'm not in possession of a brain. I want to know how he expects us respect him and the orders that he gives us when he makes it all too clear that he doesn't have any respect for the people actually doing their jobs.

But I will behave myself, I swear, because as much as I don't respect Crouch, I do respect Scrimgeour. And I'm not going to do anything that will end up putting me into his black books.

Why do I feel like I'm surrounded by morons? I know that I'm not. Grads is a bright person. Most of the time. God, I still want to yell at him. I don't think there are anymore wards that I can lay down on that house unless I start into the realm of the ones that only the most paranoid people use. I really, really don't want anything to happen to him. People our age aren't supposed to die. People my age and younger who aren't in my position aren't supposed to.

Fuck. I used to be prefectly at the Prewetts. They were right troublemakers, but I never thought they'd... I don't even know what happened. Pepper said to ask Alice, but fuck, Alice probably has better things to worry about than explaining a case to frantic and upset former Housemates. I didn't even know them that well.

The obituary section of the Prophet was.

I'm going to kill him before she ever gets the chance.

GODDAMN FUCKING BARTEMIUS CROUCH!

It fucking censors things! They didn't say anything about it censoring what she writes. I'm not going to go yell at Rufus. I swear to god, I won't. And I won't go yell at the fucker Crouch either no matter how much I want to. They didn't say anything about it censoring.

I haven't had a moment to breath when I actually felt like bothering to touch this thing, and right now, I have to wonder whether it's really worth it. Hello, mister tracking ward. I promise, I'm not writing anything subversive. Muggle killing. Death Eaters. Anarchy! All right, seriously, I'm not sure what to think about this. It isn't as though it really effects me. I should probably go and re-read that memo. I don't think it said anything about keeping stuff to a department standard, just within the Ministry. And considering my whole family works within the Ministry, I can't see them trying to toss me in Azkaban for telling them I'm on safe house duty and won't be able to pop over for tea.

Shit, so much has happened, I'm not even sure what to write about. It still feels surreal, not having Edgar around the office. The worst feeling is knowing that he's probably not the only one that's going to end up...dead. I knew what I'd signed up for when I started my training. We were never given any delusions about the potential dangers, the fact that we might not end up in one piece by the end of things. But I always thought that if I just kept my head about me, there was a better chance that I would make it to the later years of my life. And now...now, I don't know.

Bugger all. I'm not one to go all morose. Happy. Happy thoughts, Guffy! Despite everything, I really do love working where I do. I've got some great co-workers. It's amazing how most of us can keep up in this atmosphere. Sure, we get exhausted, and we get frustrated. But we're not about to let anything keep us down. We've got a job to do, and we're going to do it right, dammit. No matter what the Prophet wants to say. Not that we're being helped very much by some of the decisions being made around this place.

Frankly, the Quibbler is probably on a better mark about the safe zones than anything else that I've seen. Not that I know anything about Romanian vampires, but they're certainly a feeding pin if the werewolves that have been becoming so much more bold decide to try something. I doubt we'd be able to stop them no matter how hard we tried. Bugger all. I'm too tired half the time when I'm on duty up there to really even sincerely give a shit. Not give a shit whether people are being eating by werewolves, but that I even have to be there. I'd certainly give a shit if someone was being... Why am I clarifying myself? I know what I meant.

God. I've got better things to worry about than rambling to myself in some journal.

I'm going to stop and get myself some coffee before I come in. Anyone want me to bring them anything?

How could we miss that? How? Sure, the underside of the stands are not exactly the main thing to be concerned with when trying to run security at a Quidditch game, but someone should have noticed that something was going on. Hundreds of people. Hundreds. They weren't even targeting anyone. It was just so...random. It's like the explosion in Screechsnap...only larger. At least in Diagon Alley they were only targeting building, and as long as they stuck to killing specific individuals it was easy enough to nail down a motive.

Going back to their original MO, it seems, as much senseless destruction and murder of 'lessers' as they could manage in one foul swoop. If that was what they were aiming for, they certainly got their wish. I don't think it would be such a bad idea to prevent them from having another opportunity like this. But people would probably go batshit if we put in a motion to cancel all large, nonessential gatherings of individuals for the time being, though, wouldn't they?

Even if they will go batshit, it would be for their own good! That's got to mean something, right?