Order Only: Deaths at the Frost Faire

[alt_arthur]

I got a Floo call from Norma Brownmiller, who just discovered what happened to twenty of the muggles she sent to the Faire on a work requisition order.

Several of them are dead, some of them savaged by a baited bear, and some by a Gryphon. And some of them were given various sharp implements, tossed into a ring and ordered to fight each other. And they were not allowed to stop fighting each other until quite a bit of blood was spilt. For entertainment.

I don't even know what to say. It's as if our civilisation has regressed to the state of a couple thousand years ago.

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[alt_sirius]

Yeah. We went back this afternoon, between closing the shop a bit early and coming back for the evening's trade (which has been a bit slow all week, and no wonder). And it's true, they're recreating the Roman gladiatorial games, down to the bloodsport. Sunday we all walked round quite a bit and I heard duelling coming from some tents set up near the arena. I was able to nose in as Padfoot for a short while but I didn't want to linger in case someone took notice. They must have been practising; people tonight were saying that there were magical duels today. (Actually, Chauncey Peckham was saying that there were a few duels between some Muggles and Muggleborns today, and one or two halfbloods against a small unit of Squibs. But it didn't sound like anyone died. Small comfort, I know.)

I can't even process it into anything coherent enough for a Grim Truth.

Meanwhile ... Arthur, we - that is, Dora and Remus and I - we'd like to invite you and Molly for supper this Sunday. If you'll come, that is.

[alt_arthur]

Yes, we'll come, definitely. Thank you so much for the invitation.

I'm only sorry that with Percy living at home it'll be awhile before we can reciprocate.

[alt_alice]

How... awful.

I think I'm going to be sick.