Benjy Fenwick

( Private to the Order )

( Private to McKinnon )

It's been a long week and the ironic thing is that it's only Monday today! Moody has us reviewing basics in training and I'm bored out of my bloody mind. I'd rather be doing something active - going out in the field, dueling practice, or going on a mission with an actual auror. Anything other than this stuff.

Suppose the only good thing about it is that we get out early because it is basics. Small consolation, I guess.

( Private to Marlene )

( Private to Marlene McKinnon )

I saw in the Prophet this morning that there will be a service for Edgar Bones and his family. I think they're distantly connected to my family somehow and mum knew them pretty well through years of working with Edgar and from the times she's invited them over for tea or whatever. She's all tore up over it and barely letting me out of the house for fear that we'll all be killed next and I don't know how to calm her down. Maybe St. Mungos can hand out a calming potion. Or a sleeping one, whichever, I'm hardly picky. But I do I think I'll take her to the service. It might help her get over it handle it all better and move on.

Hexed Against Death Eaters
Has anyone heard anything about that family from the other night? I know the dad wound up in Mungo's insanity ward, but I was hoping wondering if the others managed to pull through all right in the end. Especially the younger one who was pretty bad off by the time McKinnon and I got there. Really though, what the bloody hell do they get out of going after people aren't even armed to defend themselves, much less fucking children!

They're cowards is what they are, bloody cowards who can't even hold their own so they have to go after them instead.

Bloody bastards.

That's it, I really have to get out of this house! Mum said it would be a good idea if I stayed at home while I went through training, but Merlin on high water, the woman is going to absolutely drive me insane by the time I even get halfway through the program. First it was because I wasn't picking up after myself (I put the dishes in the sink and did my share of washing) and now it's because I'm staying out later and later. Clearly she realises that I'm of age and it's normal for blokes my age to stay out late? The woman's just mad.

Pity I'm not getting bloody paid for this training or else I'd be out as of yesterday

I need a drink. Who wants to come along?

Home, sweet bloody home. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see my own bed before. Even with mum throwing food my way and fussing over me, I don't care because it's there and I don't have to get up until Monday if I don't want to. Though, I'm going to hex the curtains black to keep the blasted sun out - it's all in my eyes and won't go away.

But shite, what happened? I leave for a week and the world goes to pot. Blowing up a fucking hospital, really fucking cowardice of you bastards, isn't it? What, you can't aim at someone who's moving so you have to target people who can't even defend themselves?

( Order of the Phoenix )

( Private to the Order of the Phoenix )

You know, I never really liked Slughorn anyway. All the fat bastard every really does is sit on his arse, stare down the girl's shirts, and pick favourites. And they aren't even that special. I didn't want to go to his stupid Valentines Day party anyway, so it's a good thing he didn't waste paper on another invitation.

Potter, when does practice start up again. I'm getting restless and bored with everything else.

Peeves had better be glad he's a bloody poltergeist or else I'd strangle him with my bare hands after what that little bastard did today. I was just minding my own business when he comes jumping out of a broom closet and started throwing water balloons at me! The little shit soaked me all the way through and even after I threw a few stunners after him and threatened to call the Bloody Baron, he still kept at it! Why doesn't Dumbledore just get rid of him once and for all? He's nothing but a nuisance around here.