5/9/42
Words cannot adequately express the massive irritation that I am feeling. Mr Pettigrew, my newest prefect, has been brought to me by the Canadian in a state of inebriation I have seldom seen equalled even at dear Aleister's parties. The Dux Bellorum's youngest is sitting outside my office doing lines with a Muggleborn street rat from Whitechapel because they were preparing to have a brawl over a purse they acquired together containing rather a sizable amount of money and no identification. They are apparently thick as thieves, which I should not find surprising as apparently they are thieves.
I have offered the Canadian the job I was going to give Aberforth.
Hopefully Lady Delgardie will permit him to take it.
It is not as though we couldn't use some magickal law enforcement around here.