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Sep 23, 2006 13:08

They won't let me out of the fucking school. Over and over again I have tried to explain that I am eighteen, and quite capable of taking care of myself in a fragile area, but no. No-one will let me out. No-one will let anyone out. And I suppose it's best for the young'uns, but I need to get out because I need to vist my mother because my father--

--because my mother won't answer my stupid owls--

--and the Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement just sent me a letter, not even a letter, a stiff piece of parchment that says

To Ms. Parkinson:

We have reason to believe that your father, Quentin Parkinson, was the primary source of the Azkaban breakout that occured on September 10th. Necessary measures have been taken. If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact us.

- The Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement

I want to cry. Necessary measures? Such as what? Where's my mother? How come she's not sending me letters back that say she is fine (only not in so many words, because she has never actually said the word 'fine' in her life)? Where is my sister, and why is she not answering my owls, either?

...Where is my father?
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