So last night Tracey's boyfriend got killed by a muggle or a group of muggles. I always knew they were capable of this. Why no one tries to understand this is beyond me.

But that isn't the issue right now. Tracey had to identify the body (Tracey! Someone else could have done it! I could've if they would have let me. Stupid laws) and Greg Goyle and ( Read more... )

 Scrimgeour was killed...murdered. He was murdered. By someone in the Liberi.  At my ball.

I understand there are sacrifices to make in our way to purity, but I haven't gotten used to it. I'm not sure I ever will.

I'm just glad it wasn't me assigned to that, although I think the Glorious Mother knows my limitations and would not think to ask of me ( Read more... )