Eiltin Binns

I was in the library earlier today, accidentally bumped a table. Went to talk to the girl. Turns out her name is Ciarra Kemp, just graduated. We talked about what she was researching--Death. She's got some pretty interesting ideas, and it sounds like the experience to back it up. I offered to help, and then invited her to dinner. It's almost time, just have to wrap a few things up here.

We'll see.

Well, Baz moved out and I moved in, officially. It's a big place, really. All of my stuff barely took up two rooms. It'll be lonely living here all on my own...but I'm going to look into what Baz suggested a while ago, and convert the upstairs into some sort of lab. For what, I don't know. Stuff from the office, probably. But it can only be things that aren't too badly classified, or I'd get burned by the Watchers. Or maybe stuff for the Order.

I'll have to talk to Alph about building me some equipment, and warding off the upstairs separately from the rest of the house. To stop people from going in, but also to contain whatever I do in there.

Maybe I'll even talk to Nessa about decorating the place.

And I need to find the the Nosfertums and ask about the Fidelus charm. And I need to see if Baz will be my secret keeper.

So much to do.

( WTF???!?!?!?! (A bit inappropriate) )

I dropped by Baz's today. It's been a while since I've talked to him. Caught up on some stuff, had a drink. He told me the offer on the house still stands. I'm just waiting for him to owl me, then I'll pack up the little stuff I've got and move in. I'll have to find someone to redecorate. It'll do me more good as a lab than a big house. And I'll have to work more on the money. I've already secured a loan from Gringotts to pay Sebastian with, and I'll get another for the redecorating, I guess.

He's got it warded up well, but I want to be careful. I'm going to contact one of the Nosfertums. I hear they're both Enforcer's now, so it's getting even harder to differentiate between them. Hopefully one of them can help me with a Fidelus charm. I'm going to ask Baz to be my Secret Keeper.

**This entry is very highly warded**

I really, really, REALLY thought we'd got rid of this problem.

I guess not.

They showed up at that park. Ruined my little boating outing. So unfortunate.

Most of us there had those amulets. They weren't that horrible anyways. More mischevious.

Daniel was really worried. The rest of us were pretty relaxed. I guess I should have been more worried, but I did have the amulets.

Dan called backup. Callie and Quinn answered. Did one of those rituals with a bowl and crystals. I helped them hold it down.

I just wish I would learn some things about that at some point...

( Crack below. Be warned. )

Stolen from liuminous

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I'm...overwhelmed.

Baz and Alph apparently were talking. I showed up in the middle. He's talking about moving. Some big mansion. And he offered to give me his old house.

He's right..with the right work, it would be amazing to set up a few labs. Even some hiding places. I can talk to the Adeptus or Enforcer about getting it Fidelius'd. It's just..I don't know. I can't just take a house from my brother. No matter how much money he has.

I had to run, something at work. But I'll talk to him again. I'll take it, but I'll save and pay him back over time, with interest. It's times like these that I'm glad I have a family.

Well, we're home. We lost it, but we're home. I need to let the family know, eventually...I'm just too tired. I'm looking for a new place. Got a promising prospect on Doughty Street, near Sebastian. Don't know if I can afford it, though.

So much work to catch up on...screw it all.

( Lots of swearing )

So I'm just getting on the computer. Check my email, then log onto the game. The first thing I see:

<> Sebastian says "It means I reproduce asexually. And then Gabrielle finds you and does unspeakably horrible things to you in retaliation. <3"

Crap...throwing...monkies??

It sounds funny, maybe, but those things were vicious. I could have been seriously hurt. This whole place...you can't feel light spirited forever. Sooner or later, it takes a hold of you, and just twists. Then you never feel the same.

Let's find the blasted drum so we can get out of here.

( Language )

Staying with Sebastian isn't so bad. It's a big enough place that I can stay out of the way, small enough that it doesn't seem like I'm always in danger around the corner. Turns out he and Gabrielle are engaged. They told us when we were all at Alphs. I'll try and give them more time to themselves.

I spend most of my time at work anyways. Bad news in the Prophet today. Annah Krieger was killed. I read a lot of her husband's work, and some of hers. I'll have to go through my old Africa notes to look for connections. This may be a warning sign. I think the DP article mentioned Thulamela.

I really need to find a place of my own. I should talk to someone in the order about Fidelus.

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Why not?

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I'm starting to think that combat training is more painful than the real thing.

When said training is from Enforcer Nosfertum, at least.

At least with Death Eaters, they're after you with an Avada Kedavra, and that's it. But here...shards of floor, stupefies...the reductos to the floor were the worst.

He wants me to take up unarmed and melee combat. Said he could teach advanced fencing. I'm looking into procuring a sword, but I don't know what kind to get. Maybe I'll owl the Enforcer. I'll find a different instructor for the basics--maybe even one of those Muggle fencing clubs. I don't want to bother someone with as much on their plate as I've got with someone completely new at it.

This is starting to look like a huge amount of work. Hopefully I can keep on top of my job, too.

(Backlisted to two days after Christmas, before previous post)

Braewyn was there when they attacked the Cauldron. She was fine...but there were dead people there. She could have been hurt.

I laughed and grinned when mum was telling her off...but then I went home, and chucked that vase out the window.

WHY DOES MY FAMILY KEEP GETTING HURT??

You could blame it on luck. On the size of the family. But I'm sick of it, and I'm sick of being stuck doing paperwork for work. I need to do something. Something real.

I need to fight.

Thursday, 5 January 1980

Did I do the right thing? Is there any way for me to really know?

It's the brave thing to do, I think. The thing that doesn't leave me hiding. I've been wanting to do something real for a long time.

But is it worth the risk? Not to me, I can handle that. But to everyone else?