Isabelle Rosier

[Warded private]

He's right, whoever he is. Another anonymous Death Eater. But he's right. It is not a war that can be won or lost. It will keep on going for a very long time. More will die, like Evan. Maybe Walden

Walden is doing well, he wrote the other day. I shouldn't be envious. I wonder what makes him so happy but I didn't dare ask. Did he meet a new girl? I probably don't want to know.

There is so many things I don't want to know, nowadays. It almost goes against my nature, being a reporter and all, but I've learned my lesson.

I wish the anonymous Death Eater hadn't been right. Self-interest fights with dreams of a purist society. I don't know how long we all can keep on fighting like this. How many more we can lose.

[End ward]

[Warded to Purple Hats members]

The meeting is tomorrow at noon, isn't it? I was sure I had written it down but can't seem to find it anymore.

[End ward]

[Warded to Beatrice and Mona]

I will see you at the Purple Hats luncheon, won't I?

[End ward]

[Warded to Walden]

How are you today?

[End ward]

[Warded private]

There goes my decision not to check on him!

[End ward]

[Warded private]

It's been days, but I still can't wrap my mind around this new attack on my workplace. Medias are powerful, I've always known, always believed so, but it's upsetting to end up in this tug-of-war, feeling as though we were the rope.

I don't know what to think of it. It could have been Evan there, if he was still with us. I was so proud of him, I still am, but I'm angry too. Angry that they attacked my workplace once again. Wasn't the Dark Army vampires' attack last autumn enough? Wasn't their repeated overtake of the WWN waves enough? Why did they have to be on location? Why air torture? I've never believed that I was faint of heart, but it horrified me. I wasn't there this time - thank Merlin for small mercy, though I have a feeling Merlin had help from people around me. I try not to think of it. Not to think of who else is-

No. Not thinking about it.

I don't want to know.

[End ward]

[Warded to Mona and Beatrice]

I'm sorry that I left so quickly on Sunday and didn't give news since then. Please forgive me.

[End ward]

[Warded to family and friends]

Guess what? I'm being assigned to get Celestina Warbeck's reaction to her mention in tonight Dark Lord's broadcast. I'll have to remind my mother that no, I cannot ask for an autograph for her when I'm on duty. I think it's even her favourite song that was mentioned.

[End Ward]

[Warded private]

I'm very glad I got this assignment rather than the earlier Hag attack.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Lucretia]

Upset about this new broadcast?

[End Ward]

Winter... I'm afraid that no amount of PepperUp Potion has been able to rid me of my cold, and now it threatens to turn into laryngitis. Maybe I should have gone for the written press instead of the WWN!

[Warded to Walden Macnair]

Would you know a better treatment that would

[End Ward]

[Warded Private]

No. Don't.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Beatrice]

Should I cancel my visit? I wouldn't want to pass this horrible cold on to your little ones. Or to you, for that matter.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Beth]

I'm thinking of you. If you need anything, just know that I'm here for you.

[End ward]

[Warded private]

I'm glad that I missed the scuffle in Narcissa's journal yesterday. It's disheartening to see rifts like this.

And I'm far too busy to attend a Purple Hats meeting, but it's impossible to skip it now. Bother.

[End ward]

[Warded private]

I didn't see a point to write about the Knight Bus attack last week, as everyone was already doing it. Maybe it's an aftermath of covering the news for a job, I just had enough with it by the time I got around to reading my journal.

Who am I kidding? I never shied away from writing about the news in the past, even when I'd covered it. I just worry so much now. Every word I say or write is another piece against me for some people and I just tire of watching my every word. On days like this, I envy Sylvester.

I know where this foul mood comes from, today. That blood outside the Ministry brought memories back of the vampires attack on the WWN. I wasn't the one sent to cover it, but still, just to hear about it when I got in to work was enough. Someday, someday my day won't be ruined by Dark Army vampires' news.

All right, enough moping for the day.

[End Ward]

[Warded to friends working in the Ministry]

Did any of you see I hope that your morning was not disturbed, as you went in to work. I wasn't the one sent to cover the event, so I'm not sure how quickly they had it cleaned up -- trusting the DMLE's thoroughness, it probably took some time.

[End Ward]

[Warded to Beth]

I forgot to ask you last night: how tough a time did you give your brother over that ad in the Daily Prophet?

[End Ward]

[Warded private]

There is some continuity to the news, lately. The week began like the last one ended: with blood. Much less of it, and in a far different context, but still.

Merlin, if this is the best I can come up with, I better keep everything behind wards and just forget about writing anything public.

[End Ward]

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