we walk down the street we stand on

Gimme a brief mo' while I gripe.

There is shit I need to get back to at home. Don't think that I don't remember this! You know exactly who I'm wagging my chin at, you horrible berks. I thought at first that it had all been some spell, but apparently not. Not on.

Okay. Done then. Anyroad..I'm far too exhausted to do a proper Auror's report, so this is informal yeah? Tonks is me. Who remembers this the first time around? Don't remember the neighbourhoods, though.

Rose and Selene

We should get on it today..although, are you gonna be alright Selene? Vampires where I come from aren't that keen on sunlight.

Everyone alright? Heads acounted for?

Private

I was thirteen again. It should have been fun. It should have been a break, like being a kid was. Should have--

It wasn't. Not with knowing what I know. Not with the understanding that in five bloody years Voldemort was gonna rise again. Not with knowing that in eight years things will be changed so soddin much that..an' I tried. I talked with bloody Snape of all people. If he believed me then he could have told Dumbledore. The worst part? I think he did believe me in the end. And then my day started all over.

It should have been fun.

Right, then. My watch says 8am but it's still pitch out there. Less the watch is broken. Anyone?

Reckon I oughta get to work on relearning Lumos. Remus, you're a clever bloke. Don't know bit of wandless stuff do you? Chris, you've a spell to light things up?

Rose and Selene

We still tunnel searching?

[In kid's writing]

Hullo!! This is very nice! Hoo else can see this!

My name is Dora! I have my Dream Weaver Rose with me. She is very very nice an fun! My Mummy an Daddy did very good job in picking her. I think they pick her? Or do I pick her? I dunno how dream stuffs works.

I know that everything is really far too fresh in everyone's heads, but perhaps we should have a memorial for those who are gone. If anyone is in favour of this, let me know.

I also think that there might be a little more safety in numbers. Maybe we oughtn't be as broken up, space wise, as we are. One, maybe two, central locations for us all. And that shifts of watchers should be made during the evening hours to the sun up.

One last suggestion would be a town meeting of some sort. I dunno how much access they have to the journals anymore but maybe important decisions should be made by the lot of us in person.

Anyone have a roster still?

Informal Auror Report #4

Moody would have my hide for not reporting. We lost a good few of our number today, ten in all. Ten good people that died because of some sick experiment at the hands of sick people. Merlin help us if they've crossed over to other..wherevers. They had it on telly monitors for the rest of us to watch. I cannot, will not, go into detail. Sorry, Mad Eye.

We lost other people as well. Also good people. Luna Lovegood was amongst those people. I knew her. She was a bright young woman and didn't deserve this. None of us do.

Even as we lose people, we gain people nearly every day. I don't know why or how. Maybe we can't get out, but I wish we could stop up whatever hole it is that makes people come in.

[Private]

Remus is here. My Remus. Well, not my Remus. He's sixteen. Bloody sixteen. A kid. Yes, I realise the irony in that statement. No, I'm not laughing about it.

You lot really bloody well do suck, you know that?

Oi, you. Yeah, you. Very bloody funny, you sodding bastards.

Now..if I can find some spell-o-tape.. Then we'll have a go, won't we?

There's more to say, and believe-you-me, I'll say it. Soon as I get a few things done.

[Written late at nite. There are scratch outs and half words, because she wasn't sure how to start.]

I couldn't..

Some Auror I am..

I'm alive. In the barn. Luna Lovegood and Sid Jenkins are not.

I feel like shit. And like I've missed a lot, mostly because I've been sleeping forever it feels. An now I need to get out. Anyone need help somewhere? I mean, I can be company and hobble round on crutches.

I've got a love-ah-lee buncha coconuts..

I'd also murder a cuppa tea right now. Caffeine of some sort?

Now, onto other things -- And I'm keeping these observations in plain sight, mostly because of what's-his-bucket being able to read it all anyroad. Figure if he can, then everyone should be able.

Informal Auror Report #3

Day four here. As Ianto noted, it's a mite eerie to be falling into patterns here. But I reckon that's mostly human nature kicking in. So long as we all practice C.V. then I think we'll do as best we can. I am gettin' a little itchy though. Especially knowing that back home people are still fighting.

There was a death yesterday. At first I worried that the Death Eaters were in fact here, and not just a mindfuck like I had originally thought. But I was reading through the journals and it doesn't seem like he died by an Unforgivable. I'm wondering if anyone can confirm how he died? I'm also sorry to the people who knew him. It's hard losing someone.

Yesterday, I also went into the forest and met Sarah. She's one of the people they had taken before and now she can't remember. While in the forest, I found a few plants that could be of use later, once I get them into potion form.

There are people coming in every day. I was talking with the Doctor about things and noticed that everyone is relatively good. No bad seeds yet. Hopefully, that trend'll continue. We've got enough on our plates, don't we then?

The Insider bloke is fucking with us again. No, I don't necessarily think it's a bloke but it flows better. I'm not keen on that. But who would be?

[Scribbled in later] Luna? Merope? Either of you two got a head for potions?

I've been right inspired!

( Lyrical Genius )

Time -- Sometime in the afternoon

I need to blow off steam. It's kinda nice outside..anyone fancy a run? Yes, I know it can be a mite dangerous out there..hence safety in numbers run, yeah?

Private to Self

I do not use that much slang! Reckon not a person would understand me if I did!

Someone's pretending to be me. I'm not keen on that. And they're going after folks like Edward, saying shit I would never say. I'm definitely not keen on that.

Also asked me what's gonna happen when everybody finds out. What'd they mean, then?

Nobody's done a headcount yet, yeah? I'm doing one. Last nite there was a sign in the sky and though I couldn't find anythin' I'm still all worried and such. So pipe in here, please!

Also, there are new people?

Also-also? I'm starting to work on cracking the code of that mysterious bloke (or bird's) journal entry. My code-crackings are in bold. Any help would be ace!

Edit! Underlined H by your name means that you've piped in!
( Survey says! )

Edited on Tonks' whim.

Notes:

- Find the gas station. Stock up on chocolates.
- Forest. Maybe some plants there for potions?

There any place you can boil things at?

Private to Self

Note number three. Some bloke named Rorschach, like the inkblot test (which amuses me in ways I don't think people will get). Never-ever tell him my first name. He'll think it has to do with promiscuity, I reckon.

Like a twelve-year-old boy.

Thanks, Mum. And you wonder why I call you a fool of a mother for it.

I miss you guys.

Informal Auror Report #1 Approximately 900am

I'm not sure where I am. The last thing I remember is being in the Department of Mysteries, fighting against sodding Death Eaters. Harry and some of his mates had gone there..I don't know why..but Sirius knew he was in trouble, and we all went.

I remember hexes, always hexes. And then getting hit and falling. And that's all I remember. Then I woke up in a bloody forest, though not any forest I can reckon of. Woke up next to someone I didn't know. His name is Edward. Right helpful bloke, though he didn't know where we are either. (A barn of some sort? Wicked neglected!) In the barn, we found this and a kit of some random shit. There were words on the kit. Vas Captio Something imprisonment, or cage.

No location on my wand though. I hope to find it soon.

Can't find anyone yet. Musta been some spell. Maybe one to separate us all? I dunno. I just know that me and Edward ought to go looking for the city. Where there's a barn, there's civilization not too far away, right? And we should go before it turns dark.