I must say...when I first retrieved this journal from the dusty attic of...er...headquarters, I never suspected it would cause me such a hassle as it has. I have been looking all over for it, because...though I do not write in it as much as one would, there are times when I would record my feelings. That and the fact that it belonged to my mum when she was but a young girl. I do think that before she left this house, she would have taken all of her posessions with her...or that Mrs. Black would have burned the darn thing long before I ever came about, but oddly enough...neither has happened.
But, I suppose that's no matter now. I *did* find you, and I guess that's all that matters.
Headquarters has been a bit deserted lately. Of course, I do come in in the early hours, so I suppose I couldn't expect too many people to roam around. I swear...if I get another night of guard duty, I will surely fall over. Mad-Eye has agreed to take over tonight's shift, but I'm back on tomorrow. I really need to tell Dumbledore to find me another task. I'm just so tired. I think I will surely fall over soon.
It has been quite dull lately, to tell the truth. Sirius sulks about the house all day, often times locking himself inside his mother's room with Buckbeak. Molly has been trying to keep the house in tip-top shape, and I don't think she listens to any of us when we tell her that it's quite useless. Arthur comes in and out, as he still has his job in the Ministry to keep him busy. Mad-Eye...well who knows what he's up to nowadays. I actually haven't seen him since he agreed to take my shift tonight.
Of course, I have enough trouble doing guard duty and keeping my job at the Ministry to be wondering much about others. While Shacklebolt has an easy time feeding the Ministry information about Sirius's latest whereabouts...I have to keep a clamp on myself the entire time I am inside that building. I have quite a loose mouth, and I do believe that Fudge is becoming suspicious of me. Of course, I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. But really...what is an auror supposed to do, when the Minister of Magic fumes at the mere mention of evil wizards about.
I don't think I will ever understand that man. I can't see how Dumbledore puts up with him. I don't think I ever had this much respect for Dumbledore when I was at school. But now as I see what a hold he has on his powers, and what a strong will he has...I mean the Ministry is doing all that it can to rob him of his powers.
...every time I see him, I think he grows older. And this is quite frightening, as Dumbledore has never before seemed to age. One bit.
*yawns* I am bloody tired. I have a week of guard duty left, then it's my turn to go up to Hogwarts to keep an eye on everyone's favorite hero.
Blimey...I need to watch some Television. My dad had one at our house. Mum was always banging it...never could figure out how it worked. Nevertheless...I could use some mindless drivel right about now.
*yawns again* Or maybe I'll just go take a nap. I sure need one.