i think...

( Private )

[Order]
There is a warded secret floor to the Lestrange Library - we I can confirm information received to that end from Savage. The key lodestone for the wards appears to be centred upon the circular mosaic in the centre of the ground floor. The wards ki mur are of fatal intensity. If the Ministry can't do something about this then what the fuck is the
If you need a fucking body we've got one of those too, but you'll need to be good at jigsaw puzzles.

Lestrange knows where to find us, so we're relocating. Not home, obviously, and we couldn't do that to Molly and the boys and I need room to work. Maybe a Muggle hotel. Prefer not owls for communication; journals are fine.

[Emma]
I'm sorry. I want to see you. I need to see you. I want But I can't yet. I just
I can't. I'm sorry.

( Warded to Fabian )

[Order]
Fabian pointed out that it might be a good idea to let you all know that I'm out and haven't been charged with murder or assault or even being inappropriately friendly with an auror, though I'm sure that one was close. So, yes. Not precisely how I wanted to spend my weekend.

Now that I've finally got my brother into his bed (which was quite difficult, but that's a long story, and he'll probably be unconscious until Tuesday, judging by the way he went out like a light) I think I'll have a cup of tea. Though apparently I will first have to wash up as every single mug we own has been used for coffee.

[Emmeline]
I really want to see you a lot right now, but I'm absolutely not leaving Fabian alone at the moment and you probably shouldn't break curfew, as being arrested is - trust me on this one - not as much fun as one might suspect. But soon. Please.

Not doing so great, really.

Work's a good distraction even if I keep looking at him and wondering if he knew. Or even worse was there but sadly, or perhaps fortunately, I do eventually have to come home. I could be getting a lot of reading done, because sleeping isn't really very rewarding at the moment. Lots of dreams with predictable imagery that one doesn't really need to have a NEWT in Divination to figure out - leaving the party on Saturday just like we did, except the moment my back's turned they all disappear; or wandering around the house looking for people who always seem to be just around the next corner. But the problem with being awake all night is that for once in my life I'm having trouble concentrating on a book for more than a paragraph or two. I used every water receptacle we own trying to play Beethoven's Fur Elise. and would have done it too if not for Fabian The cat's better groomed than she's been since we got her, and I don't think she likes it.

This too will pass, right? Right.

[Emmeline]
I don't like to ask like this even if we're... whatever we are and if it's at all inconvenient you can say no and that will be fine, but Fabian's working tonight again and the cat just isn't enough company at the moment so Would it be all right if I came over?

[Fabian - added subsequently]
If you do wind up getting back home before I do, don't worry, I'm just over at Emmeline's.

All happening, isn't it? I read in a book somewhere, something about China, perhaps it was something about that Marco Polo chap and how he fabricated his journey by collecting tales from somewhere once that there's a Chinese curse about living in "interesting times". Starting to understand what it means. Starting to wish it would stop.

I was down in Diagon Alley this afternoon, popping into Obscurus for entirely work-related reasons. The whole place looks much better than in did when I was last down more than a week ago, but there are still a few burn marks around the place and some conspicuously new shopfronts and the smell of fresh paint is downright ferocious. It's sort of like hot pink vinyl straight to the sinuses, isn't it?

[Emmeline]
The Obscurus visit wasn't nearly as much fun as it usually is. Had the usual fist-shaking exchange of mild insults with Caius, found the requisite too-ridiculous-not-to-buy volume (nineteenth century Nicaraguan wizarding poetry - truly, it's incredible)... but something was missing. Can't think what.

How's the Department of Mysteries treating you so far?

[Order]
Well, Benjy's going to be limping for a couple of days and my voice has gone a bit funny, but I think we may have solved the emergency-alert problem. Mass Proteans that everyone can wear that'll give a small jerk when they need your attention. It'll make sense when you see 'em. Fabian's getting the tags to be charmed and then we'll bring them along to a meeting.

[RBT]
Good work on Saturday, guys. And Emmeline. Espcially Emmeline, without whom we probably wouldn't've got a thing done.

[Private]
Note to self: make more catalogue cards.

( Private )

[Two seconds after the arrest.]
[Order]
What Auror got crimed-against by Rodolphus Lestrange? Never mind. Edgar! Frank! Alice! Anyone. Lestrange has been taken into custody over something about crimes against an Auror but his son switched wands with him. I don't know how the blighter managed it, I swear I was watching and I didn't even see anything, but the wand the arresting officer took with him was not Rodolphus's. I can only assume Marius still has his father's wand and he's apparated somewhere and I don't know if anything can be done about this, but if it can, keep my name out of it? Please.
[/Order]

[added later, in less rushed handwriting]
Never let anyone tell you that working in a library is hideously dull. Really, the excitement never stops. However much you might wish it would.

( One of these things is not like the other... )