Jul 19, 2003 21:41
Well, I am back from the North, and to be quite honest the Giants are getting restless. I know perfectly well the traditional tactics are obsolete, but the funding for re-education and assimilation into a vestige of society just isn't there. Thus, the Ministry will continue to hunt them into oblivion. Fudge seems to be settling in well (more's the pity) though he has a rather weedy voice that will ne'er resound with the strength it needs to rip a giant's windpipe out when a Stunning spell fails. A great loss, of course, but the slaughter they bring... I digress. They are inferior, of course, and there is nothing more to be said on the matter.
A mere four days before I must leave for America. Apparently there is a particularly vicious manticore roaming the Nevada desert, and the Americans are incapable of taking it down. Thus it falls to the Scottish to actually get anything done.
[Private] And of course, it gives me an excellent cover for visiting a number of sympathisers on the other side of the Atlantic. If they're anything like Crowe (a fine woman, with a good head on her shoulders) then I should have an interesting time of it. At least the Yanks don't seem to be ones for the infighting and politics the Wizangamot go in for- if I have to threaten that bloody Platter to vote against the Minister one more time I'll probably do something I'll regret. [/Private]