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They go cold and pale so fast. Much faster than with other methods, a quarter of an hour at most. Of course, it's not as though they have a normal temperature to begin with. And the skin goes limp, collapses and hangs loose. The purpling begins in the first hour, though it varies.Am keeping strict notes on each case.

What's worrying is the eyes, with nothing to protect them.

So many eyes.

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From:

alt_sally_anne

Pansy really likes Regulus Black and I think it's because he's Sirius Black's brother. She can't talk to Sirius without attracting the Wrong Sort of Attention but she can talk to Regulus all she likes.

I met him when he came for a quidditch match, I mean we didn't sit down for a heart-to-heart chat but Pansy introduced me and he said hello. He seemed nice. Normal aside from the hook.

I think he's murdering people though, I think he's the one who killed those people the Healers were investigating the murders of last fall (you know, when they came and spoke to the YPL?) and I think he's killing people again. But everyone knows it, I mean everyone in power who ought to care and be arresting him, they know it and they DON'T care.

I don't understand, I mean if you have Magical Law Enforcement with Mr Crouch and Mrs Lestrange and all the rest, what do you need to send Regulus Black out murdering people for?

From:

alt_ron

Oh, I never read this stuff. I mean, don't you just figure he's takin' the piss when he writes rubbish like this?

Or someone said maybe he fancies himself some kind of writer or artist of something.

Or may he's just a bit mad. You know in some of the old families, some of them just have what they call bouts of it. They're not all mad all the time, but when they are? Look out.

From:

alt_sally_anne

Maybe you're right, but it reminds me of Carrow the way he writes and he's nothing like Carrow in person.

His mum's pretty much mad all the time, I think. She sounds AWFUL.

From:

alt_ron

Well, yeah. He kind of does sound like Carrow. Only he doesn't sound like he likes dead things, where Carrow totally does.

From:

alt_ron

Anywiz, who would be sending him off murdering people?

I mean, what for?

From:

alt_sally_anne

Maybe MLE has him kill the people who didn't really do anything wrong but they want them out of the way anyway. You remember how during Christmas hols the Prophet had a story about Black's Paralysis? And the Ministry denied everything for about a day and then said 'oh what a hero that reporter was! revealing the secrets that had been covered up!' and then the reporter turned up DEAD less than a week later.

From:

alt_ron

You think he did that?

What does Pansy think's so great about him, anyway? I mean, you really think he's going around killing people, not just writing odd stuff here, but she thinks it's all right to talk to him all the time. I dunno.

I mean people write odd stuff all the time, don't they? Like that daft old witch who's always writing about all her cats and what they say to her. Or the one who writes out potions for poisoning vermin and says whether you should feed your barracuda palm minnows or tadpoles--y'know, the one that's always answering people's questions about dangerous-sounding household spells. Or that bloke in Newcastle who thinks he's a medieval soothsayer and writes out lists of names of people he says are going to die a month from now?

I guess those people don't reckon anyone at the Ministry will pay attention to what they say, but someone like Mr Black, if I were him and I had to write something in my journal, I think I'd say mad stuff, too, just so no one important would take me seriously. Cause it doesn't seem like they do, does it. Get upset over what he writes, I mean.

From:

alt_sally_anne

I don't have any idea if it was HIM, I'm just saying, that would be the sort of reason someone might send someone out murdering people. I mean the Ministry said they didn't know about the scourge and it had all been covered up. But that was a completely lie. So of course they were furious with the reporter afterward but

Well anyway, I don't know. You're probably right and it's all just rubbish.

Pansy likes the way he talks to her, like either he's a kid or she's a grownup.

And you're right people do write daft stuff all the time, I started reading what Regulus Black writes because he talks to Pansy so often. I wanted to keep an eye on him. If the witch with the talking cats came to visit my friend on holidays I'd be more worried about her. Well, if the cats said anything interesting at least.

From:

alt_sirius

Bloody Hecate.

I can't think he's not writing in earnest. He's doing something fiendish for that monster. But on the other hand I'm afraid the posts are almost calculated to draw me out. He's done that before - tried to provoke me into sparring with him.

Thing is, I can't work out whether he does it on his buggering master's orders to see if I'll slip up, give him information they need to find me, or if he's genuinely crying out for help.

Dammit. Bugger. BUGGER BUGGER BUGGER.

And if we did help him, what then? Not like it'd make a damn bit of difference, would it? He still actually thinks it's a wizard's right to have dominion over 'lesser' men. I

just

Oh BUGGER IT.

From:

alt_alice

I'm so sorry, Sirius.

I know you're worried about him.

Regardless of what he thinks or what he's done, he's still your brother. Who knows? He might think the same way about you.

From:

alt_sirius

I don't know what's worse, Allie, worrying about him or wanting to knock some sense into that thick, over-privileged head of his.

And I'm sure he does feel the same about me, but one of us is right, and it's not the one who thinks, 'Oh, well, can't stop the homicidal madman from popping the clogs of anyone who dares whisper a word of criticism, so might as well join in the killing spree, cheerio. Oh, but if only they weren't quite so dead-looking when one is done with them. It does put one off one's supper. Well, maybe if I write some poetry that would make Emily Dickinson seem a jubilant socialite, and play a little more music by tortured moaning guitar-playing lesbians from the last coffee house of Hell, it'll seem like my problems are only slightly insurmountable.'

I mean to say. Bloody buggering bollocks.