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[12 Sep 2009|10:41pm] |
Warded Private
It is rapidly becoming clear that I am an antiquity. I have no purpose. My wife is dead. My master is dead. Most of my friends are dead. I am tired and there is no point to this continued existence. Do I follow my brother down this path of vengeance? I do not even feel enough anger to do so. I feel nothing but loss and loneliness. I have Atticus and Walden here but they do not understand the contamination Azkaban leaves, not really. What is a few months in Azkaban compared to fifteen years? Here, I am alone. I desire my father's counsel and there is none.
I desire rest and there is none.
Without motive or reason I cannot go on and there is none.
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[30 Jul 2009|07:56pm] |
Dearest Longbottom --
Many happy returns upon your birthday. I am certain your parents would be most proud.
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[14 Jun 2009|03:41pm] |
Warded to Grayson Rosier
Are you loyal to the cause?
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[11 Jun 2009|01:32am] |
Warded to Walden, Rabastan, Corbina, Atticus, Fenrir, Jugson
I wish to do something, and soon. They must not be allowed to forget.
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