XXI

[alt_bellatrix]

We're about to finish up here. Most unfortunately, we were not told until our arrival that the actual sighting took place at least two days ago. Some of the horde were labouring at the edge of the camp when they glimpsed a large man fitting Macnair's description lingering at the edge of the forest. They kept the sighting to themselves until a guard didn't show up for work last night. In their excitement, they let their secret slip out where the other guards could hear. All three men have been soundly questioned.

We swept the forest for most of the day. Found the guard's body. Tortured, looks like - it had Macnair's touch - but death came by Killing Curse.

Walden, Walden...I wonder just what it is that you think you are doing. I don't imagine that you even know, yourself. Always the foolish Gryffindor.

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[alt_bellatrix]

I don't suppose he'd like to step in on those days when Mrs Baylock takes her holiday? Probably not.

While I am sure that the sunrise is remarkable, I don't know that I can just...sit. Not after such a full day on the job.

[alt_narcissa]

Alas, no. I think you may have hit upon the ultimate threat, however.

... And we don't intend to just ... sit. As I said, the boys are about to retire.

But I take your meaning.

[alt_bellatrix]

Such innuendo, honestly. Have you been at the champagne?

I'll be along in good time. Surely before the sun is up.

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[alt_sirius]

Note to self: Avoid the beach tonight.