This is the golden age of grotesque's Journal

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Upon discharge from hospital I was given this journal. The mediwitch said it would be therapeutic, that all the Displaced have access to one. This is not my idea of "therapy." More like for a first year girl. ~~What is though, would be casting an Inextinguishable Flame hex on a Muggle and watching it run around screaming.~~

Veritas is just about the most pathetic little hole in the wall I've ever encountered. I hate my flat, I hate this life. The only positive note is that in this world my mother is dead, but I'm on allowance until I'm married. Fantastic.

Otherwise, I should be ~~starting~~ returning to work on the Monday morning shift. I'm sure it will be incredibly exciting.