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The Dark Lord finally made a move. I've got the Alger's. Fucking bloodtraitors hiding out in Scarborough; they will deserve what's coming to them. I suppose killing them right away would not be ideal, perhaps I'll just burn up their house first.
Christmas is coming, along with it, my birthday. I suppose Mother will be sending the yearly package of gifts. I got my family some presents as well, not because I want to, but because I'm expected to. Bloody troublesome.