The past week has been one of change. The transition into unemployment has been a challenge. For the first few days, I enjoyed having free reign over my time. I visited Pug who is back to her old self and finished off things that have been left for who knows how long. ( Collapse )
I got about ten minutes of sleep last night. My mind was racing after Mr. Macmillan’s revelation about my birth father. I can barely comprehend that all this time the answer was right in front at me, practically screaming and jumping around waving a red flag. How many times had I been in the Macmillan museum and seen that key? How many hours did I spend with Ernie, Justin, and Padma pouring over Dark books in that hidden room in Hampstead Heath – the very room that was created to hide my father’s work from Voldemort? It just goes to show that sometimes the answers are exactly where you’re not looking – right in front of your nose. ( Collapse )
I remember reading somewhere that the level of a civilization’s development can be determined partially by its record keeping abilities. If that’s true, then the entire wizarding world should still be grunting around in caves and gnawing on tree bark or something because the state of The Department of Archaic Archives and Recent Records is abysmal. No, worse than that, it’s shocking and appallingly uncivilized. ( Collapse )
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