I have, in a matter of weeks, gone from living in a cave to having my own cottage and a position as a librarian.  I should be happier, I suppose, but this place is all wrong.  I don't deserve to shouldn't be here.  They have to know that I'm gone by now.  I've failed Albus the Order.

I've spent some time examining this new place.  The village doesn' ( Read more... )