29/8/42

[alasearwax]

Soon the halls will be filled with the noise of happy children at play once again. We will have new minds among our number, open and free and innocent. I should be thinking of this, and not that the boy did not write to me, nor of what I see printed in this venomous rag of a paper.

Kyteler's son is so dense. So blind, for so long, to something

Comments

*seeing your expression*

[artfulfletcher]

Don't tell me you ran out of hashish, Albus.

[alasearwax]

...no, not today.

[artfulfletcher]

Oh, well, I was just meaning to say I found a bottle of that frothy pink stuff you like lying around. I can let you have it for very little.

[alasearwax]

...oh, yes, I do think I'd like that. I'm off absinthe...