Kingsley Shacklebolt

Heritage Day was rather fun, don't you think?

Iris, you are quite the conversationalist. Thank you for sharing the day with me.

Honestly, Alice, that was just uncalled for. But if they make you happy, I suppose I can keep them for a little bit.

Emmeline, feel like practicing a few hexes before the end of the term?

And James, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. This is why I want I'm sorry, that's all.

Well then.

It's rather amazing how much free time I have now that I'm not on the team. I've added an early run in addition to my usual morning activities along with some excercises I did at Auror Camp. I'm not going to be caught unawares by Moody again and have to suffer through millions of pushups and situps. Except that he's probably read this and filed it away for future use. Dammit. It is nice to have time to properly read and revise and since we don't have OWLs or NEWTs so there doesn't seem to be that edge to the whole business.

I'd say that this year should be rather relaxed except that James is Head Boy so that throws that idea out the window.

Dammit.

Want some company, Alice?

Moody seems hell bent on killing us. It's as if the beginning of camp was some sort of fantasy and now we're finally seeing the real thing. I'm exhausted. There are actually trainees dropping out, which I can't imagine doing at this point, but they are. I think people are starting to go mad.

Really, sweets would be appreciated. Not just for the economy but for the energy boost.

Have to go before Moody sees me writing. I've done enough pushups and situps for a lifetime.

I came back from my little holiday with my family and Meg last night (and thank you for the welcome back hex, Frank). The game was brilliant and I had a lot of fun. Your mum was really great, Meg. Thank you for inviting me to come along. Er, sorry about spilling my drink all over you.

I meant to write more about the game (it really was brilliant and like nothing I've ever seen), but what's this about Aurors using Unforgiveables?

So we're in lockdown and we're not supposed to fire chat or portkey or Floo anywhere but Moody didn't say anything about these journals. Alice, I saw you write in these so I suppose you're all right and Frank is currently throwing himself against the door trying to get out, which isn't helping anyone (I have to say that Moody does know how to lock and seal a door), but he's okay too. Emmeline? Anyone else? I was in the library when I heard yelling and was rushed out and sent off to the dorms.

What the hell happened?

Right, so Alice is in bed and that took a bit of work getting her into her dorm but I managed. The duel was very good but I should have been paying more attention.

More sweets are on the way, so that's good for me.

I am now the Duke of Armchair, along with tables and rugs. I don't understand it but I expect to make something with the rent I'll charge.

And for crying out loud, I'll be ready for Quidditch.

Now, sleep. My legs are still tingly.

Quickly since he seems to know what we're doing all the time:

--Wedding was very nice, I was a good flower boy, if I do say so myself, Meghan looked lovely and Edgar was...Edgar and Ludo was Ludo.

--Auror camp is fun except for the screaming.

--I am not full of rage and anger. I think.

--Please send sweets.