Alecto Medea Carrow

[OOC: It should be noted that this entry would in no way be attributed to Alecto Carrow unless someone did incredibly heavy spellwork to get through the wards she placed on it. The journal, even if found, would appear to belong to Lee Jordan's relatives. The handwriting is disguised through both charmwork and through painstaking effort by Alec to appear to be the writing of an eight year old girl. It looks rushed, as if written in a panic.]

Hello? Is anyone there? It's Hailey.

Please someone help. They came and they took mom and dad and my brother and I don't know what to do. Mum told me to run so I did and I am hiding but I dont even know where I am now and what if they come for me? Where do I go?

Someone please help me I'm scared and I don't know what to do. PLEASE

[Private: Amycus Carrow]
[page is bloodstained and writing is messy]

Hospital.

[Private: Bellatrix]
I do believe our leak has been found. Warrington. I fully intend to handle the situation. He will think that he has gotten off easy. He will think that he has been allowed to heal and go on with his life. This sense of security will be proven wrong very abruptly for the useless boy.

Unless you would prefer to handle it yourself, of course.

I'm beginning to think that some among us might not be as pure as they would like us to believe. Mr. Warrington, are you lying about the purity of your blood? Are you some mudblood charity case taken in by some well-intending but idiot purebloods? Because frankly, you're a disgrace. Or perhaps the benefits afforded you by the purity of your blood have just been diluted by your blood alcohol content soaring through the very roof.

And I take by your juvenile scribbling of how much you adore beer that you have decided that my instruction to not drink was a request. It wasn't. Not even a little bit. I do hope you are prepared to face the consequences.

Though, perhaps you can redeem yourself by throwing some muggle explosives around. According to some of your peers (a dubious honor, that), blowing shit up the way muggles do it is a good way to prove you're worth your space. It isn't, by the way. Just in case you're too stupid to understand sarcasm.

My house. Tomorrow night. You're getting lessons, Warrington.

The Prophet might be needing a new News Editor. One with less of a tendency to allow such offensive lies to run in his section of the newspaper.

One with less of a tendency to bleed to death.

[Private: Death Eaters]
Who wants to capitalize on some Weasley panic? I'm sure that the whole nest of them and their little friends are plotting their dear patriarch's escape. I say we let them try and then play with the entire herd at once. Can you imagine how much fun that would be in a nice, large interrogation room?

I expect to see some initiative here among the younger ranks. If there are no volunteers to go hunting, then I'll pick at random. I do hope there are volunteers. I tend to be kinder to those I do not have to force to do things.

Mr. Charlie Weasley, I must thank you for all the help coming up with my new game. It's been a source of endless amusement in those dull hours after work is finished and there's so little to pass the time with. Hunting gingers. Really, brilliant. I've been keeping track of points, as well. I'm up to 87 now. Impressive, yes? Here, I'll break it down for you.

--Weasleys: None, yet, sadly. They're all too busy skulking around in their hidey holes. Never did understand why they were put in the supposed brave house. So quick to cower.
--Muggleborns: 3. An entire family. Unfortunately I didn't catch the name for the screaming. Points earned as a result: 30.
--Halfbloods: They've been behaving themselves exceptionally. I gave them a pass for the week.
--Blood Traitors: Only one. A delightful young French wizard. Such pure blood, it was a shame to spill it, but he was unfortunately caught in a compromising position with a muggleborn woman. She wasn't a redhead, though, so I'm afraid no points were earned for her death. She was altogether a waste, even in dying. Points earned: 10
Muggles: 9. Two were exceptionally freckled, thus earning me extra points. Points earned: 47

And, as I said before, this brings my total to 87.

Anyone else want to join in the fun? There are plenty of redheads running about. Too many, I should think. Of course, those of you who are loyal redheads have nothing to fear. Only the dirty ones need fret.

And speaking of games. I think it's time for a search and rescue mission. We seem to have lost one of our own, dear Miss Tracey Davis. We all fear desperately what might have become of her. If you've seen this poor wayward child, please direct her back home so that we can teach her the error of her ways. I promise to show her all the mercy she deserves. Her poor father is beside himself. Thinks she was stupid enough to run away from us. Says we can kill her if we wish because she is no longer a daughter of his.

And one must oblige a father's wishes in such a situation, mustn't they? To do otherwise would simply be reprehensible. Fathers always know best.

Muggle blood makes such an awful, sticky mess on the floor. Still, there is something about the sound of it dripping from a suspended body that is absolutely intoxicating. A single body holds 5 to 6 liters of blood. When the bloodletting is slow and the victim unconscious with a steady heartbeat, the dripping can last for hours. Slow, steady. If he wakes, it'll go quicker. If he wakes, he'll wish he hadn't.