This will be the death of Mother and Aunt Rosalia.

That's all of them, then, isn't it? Except Uncle Orion I suppose.

Poor Cygnus.


Alas. I imagine if Gregorius were still around he would give me some kind of nugget of wisdom to think about. But he's not, is he Rodolphus. You're all on your own, failure.

We will avenge these losses. Having that faith makes me feel better about missing them.

Should you need anything, Druella, don't hesitate to call upon me.

As you may have heard, my father-in-law is dead. Give me a moment to recuperate.

I do hope you haven't forgotten that our birthday looms on the horizon. Given the very unenjoyable state of the world right now, I demand celebration.

It has been quiet. Elliot, Leonidas, any word from the DMLE regarding Gregorius and my little excursion yesterday? Charlemagne, what about the hospital?

I'm sorry for how I've been acting the last few days.

I believe my brother is at the end of his rope. I would like to go see him. And I would like you to accompany me. Tomorrow.

Please?

I'm coming to see you tomorrow. I promise.

We need to talk.

If you would like a remedial suitor, I have a few foreign contacts who may be sufficiently pli your speed, my dear cousin.

Darling you will not believe what just happened.

Give us one good reason not to kill you.

Charlemagne. Here now.

After a meeting with a few very helpful members of the Witch Weekly staff, I have learned that the writer of those atrocious "My Life as a Death Eater" articles is someone by the name of Ethel Gloomp, alias "Aurora Twilight".

Someone ought to take care of this, yes?

It has been too long, my friends. I demand a visit. I realise that we're busy men, but we are supposed to make time for each other. I suggest we make a game out of people's confusion and ignorance over the effects of using Our Lords name.

Possibly with shots. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

How about a progress report? And if anyone needs to learn anything in particular, don't hesitate to ask. I do have a particular set of skills for a reason.

I met with the chief hag thing whatever. While I did get an agreement out of them to help us dispose of corpses we didn't want lie around, they also seemed to think I looked delicious. I can't hold that against them, I'm quite beautiful. But one of them saw fit to bite me. It was not received kindly for such an action.

Regardless of my tangle with a hag, we do have their allegiance in some form or fashion. Now, I need someone to help me with this hag bite.

This rubbish Witch Weekly keeps publishing is frankly, unsettling. "Interventions"? Crashing the Muggle economy? Really? Imperiusing livestock?

It was only humourous up to a point.

Mister Gibbon, a word?

In the interest of full disclosure, Rabastan and I were out tonight and killed a man who appeared to be wearing an Order of the Phoenix shirt. He was not.

I demand a dinner as soon as possible. It has been an unfortunately long amount of time. I feel as though we have catching up to do, but frankly I doubt it. Have you been visiting mother?

Rabastan will be coming by for dinner sometime this week.

My apologies for the belatedness of this, but I'm sure you're aware that I am now your training leader. While you're still in school this means very little, but I'm available for answering questions or anything of that nature.

I will tell you that I think very little of merciful behaviour. If you make a mistake, regardless of your age and general inexperience, there will be consequences. Just be forewarned. Though my retribution can hardly be called disproportionate.

Might I inquire as to why your presence was necessary at my mother's home this past evening?

I must go placate Mother. You're free to come, or I'll be back later in the day.

Alexander Mulciber. Were you dropped on your bloody head as a child or are you simply naturally this deficient? You're lucky you don't answer directly to me anymore, boy. You never do anything to impede an investigation, particularly when you're innocent. There is no sense in going to jail over something insignificant. Need I remind you of our countless discussions about avoiding arrest? Do not be a fool!

I hope you're ready to explain yourself. You answer to my wife now, and she's not half as merciful as I was. I'm disappointed in you.