| Paul Zeller ( @ 2010-03-18 23:59:00 |
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| Entry tags: | wards: amalie, wards: claude, wards: private |
(015) Thursday, 18 March 1980 (late night)
[Warded private]
Dorcas. When Father said the Auror he was working with had been killed, I never ever thought it could be Dorcas. Dorcas, Merlin. How bad a friend was I that Amalie had no idea that I knew her? We weren't close friends, but-
We never will, now.
I don't get it. She was still a trainee. Why would they match an informer to a trainee?
I can't figure out what to do. I know what I won't do: I won't hide and quit my job. I've worked too hard to get there. And I don't know if I can live with him now. We've just begun talking again. Just days ago it was quite the step because I wanted to see his wedding pictures.
And now I'm back in our childhood home and he's in danger and we're all potential targets.
Bloody hell.
I took today off as sick leave but I'm going back to the clinic tomorrow.
I'm not sure about living here. The wards on my flat were upgraded not long agoby Benjy, so it should be safe, I think.
I don't want to make it easy for them, that's not the idea. I just don't want to drop everything. I'll be careful. And I'd like to look through your home safety books. Any recommendation?
And Father, I just-
Why?
I'm going back to work tomorrow. And I think I'm going back to my flat too.
You?