31 October 1981
The world is going to hell. There's no fucking doubt about it. The Prewetts were practically the best Aurors we had and even they got taken out.
Frobisher's a mess. She's trying to be strong, but he was a friend and a partner. She should take time off, but she won't let anyone suggest that. She's working herself to death and living on candy bars, coffee, and stealing fags from me.
I shouldn't be surprised when she had to drug her own brother to get him to sleep. Now she's the one who needs to be drugged.
I'm determined not to let these fuckers win. If only to prove to Johanna that we still have some footing in this world. I'm a new Auror, but I'm a good Auror, I've got it in my blood. I can only hope that I'll still be alive when this is all over so I can prove her wrong.
Every Hallowe'en I find myself missing the feast at Hogwarts. Anyone else? Instead of great food and pumpkin juice, I'm eating candy bars snatched from Frobisher and coffee. That's about all I think I miss really from there.
Although the world stopping and revolving around Quidditch every once in awhile was nice too.