*returning at dead of night*

[whip_of_thorns]

-Creeps silently into shadowed room.  Notices lack of victims and smiles tiredly; undresses down to pants, draws curtains apart and climbs into bed.

Tip of wand glows dimly. Scrawls something on the page; closes and tucks journal underneath pillow, and drifts off to sleep...-

[[Private; hackable because he doesn't mind]]

She's fine.  I'm so relieved.

[[/Private]]