Walden MacNair

Private to Cassandra:
Wednesday night, I have reservations for us. Dress nice and be ready by six.

Death Eaters:
If these two do not stand still for five minutes or get alone without a dozen other individuals around them, I may begin flinging hexes at them in the middle of a crowded street. This is absurd.

Having secrets up one's sleeve is amusing. The other party is always so aptly curious that they try, by any means, to get you to reveal what you are hiding.

Private to Regulus Black:
Was that you who spoke so fervently when the Dark Lord summoned us?

I have decided to take Monday off. There are more pressing matters that require my attention.

Private to Death Eaters:
The Dark Lord has been quiet lately and so have we. Is he planning something?

Private to Alecto:
Given the fact that you are a woman as well, would it be wise to confront Cassandra about her wavering loyalties? I do not want to harm the baby, but waiting until after it is born is too long.

[Hexed to Death Eaters, Supporters, and those worthy of knowing]
Cassandra and I are pleased to announce that she is expecting. She is not very far along, so this is a precarious time, but we wanted to share the news.

It is only Monday and I am already bored with this week. Something needs to happen to make it more interesting.

Private to Alecto:
I am laying the first trap now. If Erinyes answers, then we can continue with it.

Private to Alecto:
I have a plan to determine who was the snitch, but it will take several days and potentially baiting the Order. You and I will be the only ones doing it and our findings will be reported to the Dark Lord after we have uncovered who spoiled your mission.

We will start with Erinyes. One of us will let it slip that we are going after someone and see if the Order shows up. Then, we will work our way down the line with Apollo and then Cassandra.

Tomorrow will be the first day in the last month that I will be home when expected. The mangy mutts will be coming in around quitting time and I would prefer to distance myself from themselves entirely. Why the Ministry believes they are entirely human fails me; however, at least they will be locked in cages where they belong for the evening. It would be an absolute shame if my department had to put any of them down because they attempted to harm an innocent.

Private to Cassandra:
Since I will be home early, I am taking you out to dinner. It has been since we were in Italy that I did that, has it not?

This week is turning out to be busier than was expected. Then again, the summer months have always been a popular season for illegal traders. Over two dozen creatures were confiscated today and waiting the decision of the head of the department as to what should be done with them. They will either be sent back from where they came from or we will dispose of them accordingly. Either way, it has caused a lot of field work and a lot of paperwork for everyone involved.

Private to Cassandra:
I will be late again this evening. Have dinner without me and there will be no need to wait up.

Private to Alecto:
Have you been practicing?

Private to Death Eaters:
All this work has made me bored. This weekend, I propose a spectacle in the name of our Lord.

Cassandra has been preoccupied with family matters, but has asked me to announce this: Lucas, her brother, and his wife have given birth to a son: Adrian Pucey.

Will I be making a similar announcement next? Merlin.

The decisions we make in life have to be final and cannot be taken back.

Private to Cassandra:
We need to talk.

Poor Mr. Whimple, I knew him semi-well.

[Private to the Death Eaters]
I am disappointed with the Prophet. They could have at least gone into more detail about how he was killed and how brutal it supposedly was.

Now, for those who doubted myself, Alecto Carrow, Evan Rosier, and Severus Snape: we were the ones responsible and the Dark Lord is pleased that we took the revenge in His good and sacred name. Whimple was the impostor who dared to dress like one of us and attack the Ministry. In the end, he soon realised the error of his ways and begged for mercy. We gave it to him eventually.

[Private to Cassandra]
I feel like taking half a day, so expect me home sometime after lunch.

There is colour on my skin. Needless to say, my mother would be quite shocked at the sight if she were alive still.

( Private to Evan, Alecto, and Severus )

[Private to Self]
Next Saturday. When the hell did it become next Saturday? I agreed to a quick engagement for practical reasons and because I am beginning to picture myself as one of those Monks, but Merlin - is it really next Saturday? I suppose it is since she has already sent out the invitations and the date is marked on my calendar, but I have yet to request time off from work and have forgotten to make the honeymoon arrangements. That is my job, right? There has been no mention from her about making the plans, finding a hotel, or anything of the sort so I am assuming --

Next Saturday.

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I need a drink.

( Private to Cassandra and written late morning on Sunday )

( Private to Severus Snape )

( Private to Evan and Alecto )

I am sick of this cold and dreary weather. After a very short holiday last weekend, I am anxious for warmer months and the possibility of a real vacation. Ten years is a long time between them, so I daresay that I have earned a long weekend away. Even doing nothing but catching up on reading or spending an extended amount of time in the Leaky Cauldron would suffice. Of course, a holiday would hardly be complete without the company of a perfect companion.

( Private to Evan Rosier )

Working on Saturdays can be a drag, but being paid overtime and acknowledged made it worth it. It was a good and productive day, too. I almost want to celebrate it.

Private to Death Eaters
A round is on me for those who want to join me at the Leaky Cauldron. All this playing lately and not celebrating some of our triumphs may make us a dull bunch. There is still work to be done for our Lord, of course, but surely he would not oppose to our getting together for a round or five.

Private to Death Eaters:
Those who defy our Lord are getting bold again and too comfortable. It should be changed.

Private to Evan:
You have made Cassandra uneasy about paying you a visit to discuss her Ancient Runes.

Brilliant. Had I realised that the Ministry function in two days required an appearance from all personnel, I would have planned ahead of time for it. This is hardly the more respectful and proper way to go about it, but as I am crunched for time, it is easier.

I am looking for someone generous enough to accompany to the Ministry function on New Years Eve.

Private to Bellatrix Lestrange
Did you obtain our Lord's permission?

Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are an absolute mess. It's impossible to go anywhere useful. If I hear another person singing Christmas Carols under their breath, I will not be held accountable for my actions. Tongues will be ripped out or they will be hexed so that they cannot speak until after the holidays.

Private to Death Eaters:
Has our Lord any plans to get rid of all this holiday spirit?