May 25, 1981 - The Very Private Diary of Eleanor Douglas
I know that if the other night had happened two months ago I wouldn't have left. I'd have stayed with Astrophel then and always. Today, I'd be secretly pouring over catalogues for a wedding dress that wasn't made by exploited third-world workers. And instead I'm sitting here waiting for world from Barty Crouch.
I must be crazy. Any moment now I'm going to recover my sanity and go find Astrophel and tell him.... well, tell him the the truth, at least. It's not fair to let him think so well of me. I'm not a woman you would want to love, Astrophel. I'm a married politician's whore.
But if the owl comes from Barty, I'll floo to him immediately. Because when he holds me, I can forget all the rest.
I must be crazy. Any moment now I'm going to recover my sanity and go find Astrophel and tell him.... well, tell him the the truth, at least. It's not fair to let him think so well of me. I'm not a woman you would want to love, Astrophel. I'm a married politician's whore.
But if the owl comes from Barty, I'll floo to him immediately. Because when he holds me, I can forget all the rest.