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Caradoc Dearborn's Journal
I told someone today that I had quit my job and I needed to go into something new.
He suggested "plastics".
I think it was meant to be a joke but I do not get it.
[ Dorcas ]
So, Meadowes. Don't get killed or anything tonight, yeah?
[ / Dorcas ]
I need new employment. Any suggestions?
I put in my two weeks today.
I've just discovered that Muggles have this expression: "colder than a witch's tit".
What the hell?
There is a jarvey loose in our office. It was sent to someone as a practical joke. It has found its way into the walls and does not seem to be coming out.
[ ORDER ONLY ]
Look.
I'm out. I'm a liability.
After what happened with Wilkes it's clear they didn't want information about them to get out.
The only reason they'd leave me alive is if they wanted something else. I don't believe it's an Imperius; I know what that feels like and I've not felt it. But there has got to be something.
I can't fail this group again.
So.
I'm out.
[ Aurors Caradoc Knows ]
Look, sorry. My editor got ahold of the second Wilkes story before I could claim it and handed it right off to one of our more, shall we say, sensationalist writers. She's fantastic at innuendo and implication, as I'm sure you've all read.
My editor insists I need another few days off work. Bullshit.
[Order, fiercely hexed]
I'm going home today.
I haven't been able to remember anything else.
[Order, strong hex]
I may have found some information. I've been contacted by someone claiming to have information on Death Eaters, and by the sound of it, Death Eaters within the Ministry.
He also seemed fairly paranoid and incredibly secretive, so this may all turn out to be bunk. We'll see.
Anyway, I'm meeting with him tomorrow. I'll update you all with what I find out.
Also: what's the news on Wilkes?