Back in Romania, private journal entry, Monday morning
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
I'm back from London and we didn't find anything. Shit. Ginny's still not back. The twins and me went around, asking questions. But nobody knew anything. Or they didn't want to know.
People in Diagon Alley know the twins. They don't know me, they didn't trust me. So I came back here, even if I don't like being so far away.
Fuck, I feel so helpless.
Ginny, where are you?
I'm back from London and we didn't find anything. Shit. Ginny's still not back. The twins and me went around, asking questions. But nobody knew anything. Or they didn't want to know.
People in Diagon Alley know the twins. They don't know me, they didn't trust me. So I came back here, even if I don't like being so far away.
Fuck, I feel so helpless.
Ginny, where are you?