Journal Entry- March 4th, 2000
I’ll be heading back to the offices tomorrow- I don’t want to, but I’ve forgotten a few things that I’ll be needing, before I head over to St. Mungo’s. Yes- if you could Kingsley, please leave you know what, you know where. I know you don’t like being at the office on Sunday’s. Oh- were you also able to snag that file for me? If not, that’s ok.
Now that I have gotten some rest, my mind has worked through some things.
I suppose restless sleep is better than no sleep at all, so I shouldn’t complain- if you add up all the hours I remained asleep, it’s a decent amount. Sure doesn’t feel like it though. And yet, it feels like days upon days have ran into each other- and I’m just now finding a new day to wake up to. Heh- a new day as the sun has just set. Bloody brilliant.
It doesn’t feel as if four days have passed since the…. I wanted to say ‘the end’- but as one thing ends, another begins, and I’m finding that extremely true at the moment. I had thought about what it’d be like, and how things would go after the deed was done. I never dreamt it would turn out as horrible. Yes I said it- ‘horrible’. That’ll deem me a place on that bloody list I’m sure. Doesn’t seem like anything makes much of a difference these days. You’d figure everyone would be overly happy and relieved- instead of fear stricken and angry.
I went down and got something to drink a few hours ago- heard the oddest comments ever from a few witches at the bar. I was smart this time- in disguise as it were- and no one paid me any attention. Well as it goes, they had an argument about the recent events. Who hasn’t. I will not repeat what I heard, can hardly stomach it- but let’s just say that most are following the new regulations like a flock of sheep. Some more than others- with their hoity-toity noses in the air- thinking that everything will benefit the wizarding world the way it’s meant to.
I don’t think I’ll be patrolling the area anymore looking as I do. Wonder if they’ll be worried anytime soon that I can ‘disappear’ like I can. Let them- I’ll disappear so fast none of them will ever find me. EVER. Went down shortly after having my drink and purchased some new clothes, not my preferred style- but- if that’s the way it has to go- then so be it.
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