| 13 Sept 1942 |
[17 Apr 2008|11:55pm] |
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We got it.
I should feel better about this. I should. It had possessed a boy - who knows what it would have made him do? Jenica thinks it was in Bettony, and we still don't know what he did.
But it got Pippa even when we knew she was a target, and it got Bettony, and it would have got Thecla. Convinced her that she wanted to die for it.
I should have
Almost time for the memorial service for the other girls. And then - I don't know what I'll do then.
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| 12 Sept 1942 |
[10 Mar 2008|01:43am] |
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We got everyone back to the Academy safely with nothing worse than some goat damage. That's the only good news today.
I don't know where to look next. It got another girl, but it didn't kill her. Don't know what that means. Can't even think. Been two nights since I've got any sleep, but until we catch it I don't know if I can.
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| 11 Sept 1942 |
[18 Dec 2007|10:40pm] |
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Forrester was right. Something strange happened in the dungeons last night. Nothing got past me, nothing physical, I'd swear to it, but the Avalon boy looks like he's had a rough night. Shaky, jumping at shadows. I'd bet he didn't sleep at all. It wasn't the incubus. I don't know what it was.
Don't know where the incubus was - it didn't go after the Caerleon boy, that was obvious from the way he looked at breakfast. Incubi don't leave their victims looking so pleased with the world.
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| 10 Sept 1942 |
[18 Nov 2007|02:00am] |
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Forrester wants me to watch Baddock instead of Pettigrew. Says he's been around some other kind of demon. Says he's dangerous. But the incubus, it's dangerous, it's killed two girls already and it's not going to stop. It got in the castle. The wards didn't stop it.
Last night something else came through - not a demon, Forrester says, just a faery girl who got lost, but she shouldn't have got lost, and even if she had, she shouldn't have ended up here. This is bad, this is not good at all.
I thought Goyle's Inquisitorial Squad would help, but there aren't enough of us. We've got children guarding children, and that's not right.
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| 9 Sept 1942 |
[02 Oct 2007|10:11pm] |
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There's been another one.
Just like before, nobody told us until it was too late. It's smart and it's lucky. We were watching in one place, it hit in another.
I need to do something. Anything. I need to find it, I need to kill it, but even Forrester doesn't know where to look.
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| 8 Sept 1942, late evening |
[16 Sep 2007|11:02pm] |
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This is what I wanted. This is what I signed up for, to protect people, back when I believed that Aurors were as incorruptible as the gold on their cloaks.
Hogwarts is - I want to believe it wasn't this bad when I was here. That the teachers really were looking out for us, keeping us safe, and that now - it's just the war, it's more than they can handle. But they aren't handling it, they aren't even trying.
So now Goyle's got orders from Kyteler, going to do what it takes to keep everyone safe, and they trust me enough that I'm a part of it.
I'm not going to fuck this up.
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| 8 Sept 1942 |
[22 Aug 2007|09:00pm] |
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I hate it when it's kids.
If Jenica's right, it was an incubus that got Claire. Lured her right out of the castle, right past all of us - Aurors and Unspeakables all over the place, not to mention teachers, and we didn't even notice.
Jenica's beating herself up because she didn't do anything in time. Forrester tried to tell her it's not her fault, but she doesn't need to hear that - she knows it, I know it - the only thing that helps is stopping what did it.
She's a good kid, knows what she's doing. Without her, we wouldn't know who its next target is - lucky for us she wasn't fooled by it. No way we could've found out in time otherwise - at least with possession there are tests, but who can tell the difference between a girl all moony over a boy she shouldn't want and a girl who's under the sway of an incubus? We'd only have to look at every girl who thought she had a boy totally devoted to her. Yeah, so every girl who thinks she has a boy at all.
If this Pippa is willing to talk, isn't too far gone, there's still a chance we can catch this before anyone else gets hurt.
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| 5 Sept 1942 |
[23 Jun 2007|02:26pm] |
Still not sure if this partner thing is going to work. I told Forrester nobody goes in the Hog's Head without they're up to something dodgy, so what does he do? March right in and order the students to empty their pockets! If he'd done that to the regulars, wands would've been out before he could finish asking nicely - and wouldn't that look good, me getting my partner hexed after what I nearly did last time.
But it's not as bad as it could be. That politeness thing he does worked well enough, even there, and so he forgot he was supposed to get old Aberforth talking about exotic beasts, he remembered not to look at me. That's good, I can deal with that. The absolute worst thing about having a partner is it's hard enough making sure I don't give myself away without worrying that someone else might do it for me.
Dumbledore wants him to take Barlowe's place. I told him he should. We're not going to find anything striking out blindly, even if he had any talent for undercover work, but him as a big red target, me watching for the bad people? That can work, we can do this.
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| 4 Sept 1942, on the train to Hogsmeade |
[21 Apr 2007|11:23pm] |
I've still got a job.
Got a new assignment, even. Normal police work, not undercover. Lady Delgardie made a point of that. She wants me to be myself. I can tell what she's not saying. She's not sure I can.
So I'll be taking over Mablin's investigation up at the Academy, working with some kind of Canadian Auror. Don't really like working with partners, but I know I don't have a choice. This is it, last chance.
I can do this. Pretend to be what I really am? Yeah, this is something that I can do.
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| 2 September 1942 |
[04 Mar 2007|07:56pm] |
I am so fucked.
It took us months to set this deal up and everything is good, absolute greatness, so when the doors burst open I am not thinking here are my coll the people I work with, time to wrap this up and send the bad people to Azkaban, no, I'm thinking we are busted and no way are they taking me in.
So the hexes are flying in the wrong direction, and lucky me they think I'm just trying to make it look good because I miss, and they forget that I can't hit anything without my glasses. Have to thank whoever stunned me before I could do anything really stupid.
I'm not so crazy that I'd try to cover it up, even though I know it means they aren't going to send me out like that again. Maybe a desk job if I'm lucky. Some luck. If I weren't already crazy that would do it for sure.
I could beg my father to get me a transfer back into the Aurors, but then I'd have to listen to him tell me he was right when he said you spend too much time with criminals, the stench is going to stick to you. We do things his way, we only catch the little fish, but no way is he going to admit that.
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