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[alt_arthur]

Those bloody bastards.

They sent Dementors in. Last night, around midnight. Not everywhere, but the places they hadn't subdued yet.

I'm so tired I'm seeing double. Molly, I'll be home soon. I'll get a kip for a couple hours, and then I'll have to go back in.

Kingsley, do you have anything to report?

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[alt_kingsley]

Just got back from meeting with Davidson.

They managed to locate two of the Ashfield escapees, just two, both women. But one of them had a stolen wand. Davidson's people got the jump on them, catching each of them in a bear hug, but they fought like a dragons until they registered the words 'Grim Truth, Grim Truth!' being hissed in their ears. Then the fight was over.

The one who'd managed to snag the wand, Anne Markel, was a muggleborn, one of the ringleaders at Ashfield. Her sister was a chemist who triggered the explosion, and died in it. Anne was plenty broken up about it, and her companion, Louisa Sinclair, a muggle, was pretty badly hurt, with bleeding hex injuries. But they've been taken to one of the Sherwood camps where they're getting medical attention, and Davidson's going to start debriefing them this morning. I'll be sitting in, too, with his permission. We hope Anne should be able to tell us a lot about the intercamp communications. If she trusts us enough to talk, that is.

The Players came out all right, although Benjy and Caradoc had a tense hour playing hide and seek in the dark with some MLE enforcers. They managed to give them the slip, though, and got back at dawn without a scratch.

[alt_bill]

We've been here all night at Communications, too. They spent up until midnight wrangling over what should go in the press release for the paper. I must say that the end result reads exactly like the type of shite you can expect when it's written by a committee more concerned with covering their arses than printing the truth.

(Sorry, Mum. I'm just exhausted.)