Private Journal
There is a distressing lack of general anarchy in the world. Only destruction and war seems necessary to recreate the world, though sometimes I grow weary of so much death. Such thoughts can and must wait, though. There is a small village in Wales where Muggles and Wizards both live, apparently unnoticed by the other, but that is not the point. A full moon is growing near again. Mulciber is the ideal candidate for a cover-up, though I do not trust his motives. Nevertheless, Imperio is not my strong point. Mulciber it must be.
More will be written later.
More will be written later.