[017] Sunday 04 October 2022.
FAILED PRIVACY CHARM TO SELF.
I can't believe this happened, and in light of everything else, I seriously doubt it was a natural death -- the timing is too coincidental.
Daddy must be having some sort of hysterical fit right now. If this really had been done by blood purists, then this is one of his worst fears realised -- the last time something like this happened, everything went to hell shortly afterwards and the Muggle-born Registration Commission was founded about three days later. Of course, the difference is that last time, there was already a war going on whereas that isn't the case now, but still. Then again, I know Daddy has a very hard time telling the past and present apart sometimes, unfortunately.
And if this possible murder -- and I'm almost sure it must be, from what little the article said about it -- is the first of more to come, then I'm dreadfully worried about what might happen to him. After all, he's a high-ranking official in the Department of Muggle Relations himself with loads of connections here in the Muggle government, civil service, and press, not to mention all the other pro-Muggle-born, pro-Muggle, and anti-blood purist work he's done outside of his Ministry duties. There's his book about his war experiences from two months too, and I know some people didn't take too well to that at all. He's also been very outspoken about a lot of the politics over the International Statute of Secrecy lately as well and in favour of repealing it. And Daddy's just never been very clever when it comes to lying low or self-preservation either.
Lizzy and I actually just got an owl from him earlier this morning. He says he's going to visit this afternoon at the very latest -- I suppose he's going to ask Hannah if she can ask Neville if he can Floo into his office, as I can't imagine how else he'll be able to come here -- to make sure we're all right, and Mummy's going to check up on Arthur at Eton. I wish he wouldn't, as that's just silly and I'm sure he's still terribly ill, but then again, after what he went through, I suppose I can understand why he'd be so stupidly paranoid. And if something ever happened to us because of his work, he'd never forgive himself, I'm sure -- especially if a lot of why he did it was to make sure that what happened to him would never happen to us.
I don't think he even knows where the Slytherin common room and dormitories are, and I can't imagine he'd be comfortable down here in the dungeons at all because of, well, an awful lot of things. Like that would ever stop him though, since he doesn't always think things through and he can be as stupidly tenacious as me sometimes.
I rather hope he doesn't show up pissed off his arse either. That would be terribly embarrassing, and I don't get embarrassed easily. Then again, he already admitted in his book that he's a raging alcoholic, so I'm not even sure why I care about that anymore.
/ PRIVATE
I don't think there are any apt words to describe what a tragic loss to both the magical and Muggle worlds Kingsley Shacklebolt's murder death is. He's done so much good as Minister for Magic over the last few decades that it's rather hard to think of how anyone other than an extremist of the most vile sort could have done this, if it's true that this was a murder, which doesn't seem confirmed yet. That, and whoever succeeds him is going to have an awful lot to live up to, especially with the current political situation being what it is.
On a more practical note, who else is going to go to the memorial service on Tuesday? I am, but I'm sure Daddy would be torn as to whether I should go or stay behind at school to look after my sister. I suspect I'll be sitting with my father and Ernie Macmillan from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, at the very least.