The Adventures of Donelle Darkefell

And now it's all sorted--we really really had a long talk.

Which is good, because on the opening of my toystore I learned that I have a baby on the way.  I'm so excited!  Myr proposed, and we're planning a small wedding.  I'm really excited.  I hired a couple of clerks for the shop because I'm too tired to try to work eight hour shifts.  I hope that everything will be okay with the toy stock I put together cause the only ideas I have for making things are booties.  Knitting little cute baby booties!

June 1982

The toystore is open.  I've placed it in Godric's Hollow.  I'm trying to concentrate on it.  Ilora Davenport is established.  Deus Ex, save for three clients, more or less buried.  I've got this new project with Dan and his Fernouli problem. 

Its really affected Myr, and I can't fix it. Probably cause we still haven't gotten past our last fight.

Just what the hell is it with men?  Oh, you don't love me unless I get to control every single thing you do.  You have to obey me or you just don't care about me.  You have to be sweet and stupid and helpless.  I guess I should have expected that b.s. from his generation.  I'm not leaving, but damn am I annoyed.  I can't stop being annoyed.  Why doesn't any man want a girl who actually has some substance? Why?  He liked me before. Now he wants to change me.  What IS it with that?

I'm getting grouchy again. I'm going to get back to work.  Too much introspection isn't smart.

The discussion with "Ramiel" went about as well and about as badly as I'd thought, but...he didn't change my mind. I suppose in many ways he was an acid test for me.

I was able to provide him what he sought.

Now. How to juggle this one...

My "tormenter" Ramiel is actually the Enforcer...
My bodyguard Blaze is actually his cousin...
The big vendetta she told me she wouldn't put aside for me is probably this Conrad Finn fellow...
Which Ramiel has me working on...
But I had to warn her off killing Ramiel because she's really pissed at him...
Without telling her what I know...
Which is basically who everyone's undercover bloody identities are.

But there's an etiquette to this, and short of telling each of them, look, its your cousin, you dolt, and you're both working hard to find your son/your cousin...

Nope. I'm going to sit back and plan my next move.  I need to add to this organization.  I think...one more tough guy.  If I knew more about this Iscariot character I'd look into him, to be honest, but the rumors are all that he's in the shit, and allying myself with him right now would be dumb, dumb, dumb.

Especially as Blaze is one of the people he's in the shit from.

Spent the past two days scouring the seedy bars and finding the fritzers. I've met about 12 of them thus far, and each one went for the challenge.  But my sequence stealing enchantments managed to save a bit from each of them.

I've traced the Java Juice problem to that fritzer "D."  Arrogant S.O.B.  I think I've made a rival.

I met up with an old friend.  Seems like I'm not the only one who decided that they couldn't sit on the sidelines any longer.  And now I understand a little better how those who made a career out of danger could do so.  It's different, really different, when you've chosen to go ahead and meet the risks head on, and when you feel like you're doing what you're supposed to do.  When you've taken a sort of moral high ground here and have come back fists swinging with every talent you've got at your disposal.

I'm...happy.

They killed Jabari and even Paige has begun to fight.  Could I honestly have done anything else?

Gotta get my place squared away.  It so does not need to be anything anyone can find.   And I need to get some of these little items finished.  Quicker getaways are absolutely necessary.

Oh god.

I attacked an Auror.

I didn't know what else to do! I'm innocent, but he was going to arrest me again.

Fuck him. I'm not going back. Never.  I don't care what he thinks.  I know I'm innocent. I know I am.  I didn't do anything wrong, and now he's going to accuse me, again, of being a Death Eater sympathizer.  Well actually I AM getting a whole lot more fucking sympathetic, every time the people who are supposed to be the "good guys" interfere with my life!

Kauton tried to tell me to get out of there but I don't know what she thought after he said what he had to say.  I did get out of there.  I attacked him and got out of there. Just Pellares but...

Assault on an Auror. Oh god. I'm NOT innocent.  I can't possibly go back.

I'm in hiding now, but for how long? What can I do? What should I do?  I don't know what to do.  I'm dizzy I'm so scared.  This should be safe for a few days.  I fled in my /pjs/ so I had to get money.  Get  money in one country, get new clothes, flee to another.  Gotta change my look, get a disguise.  Fucking HELL.  

Zechariah Craddock, I hate you.

Maybe I just needed a refresher in how hate worthy those sons of bitches really are.

They shot a little kid yesterday.

So we tore apart my walls and there it was, a bug. Either the Death Eaters wanted me to build this thing or they just wanted the specified materials brought to me.

This is me, not caring. Not anymore.

Dan seemed to understand. My friends want to fight a war, that's fine, but I can't say I any longer can bring myself to get behind the ideologies one way or another. A study of history tells one that wars will always happen, over a variety of causes, and it never even matters who is flying what flag. Struggle is the default state of the human race.

Some of us just want to live our lives. Live our lives, make our money, pay our bills, pay our taxes to whomever, and get on with affairs, working the systems we have to work.

Do I want my friends to die in their war? No, of course not. I'm mostly annoyed that my strict confidentiality business policy has been compromised in this fashion.
All I have to do though is keep it from getting out.

I might still have to fire someone for show. Maybe Miranda, she barely shows up to work.

Yes, I'll fire Miranda. I'm sure Dan will tell his Auror friends what he found but the crux of the matter is looking above board in all things, above board, above reproach, and swiftly decisive in dealing with problems and issues as they arise.

This time my equipment was ready, and it picked up a Fernouli 17 in the near vicinity. I haven't pinpointed the location, but that's not nearly as important as having it documented. Of course some might doubt the validity of my documentation, but more than that, someone is successfully producing them somehow, just like I thought, which means the research and artificer's implications are enormous. I'm setting aside some time to get the research paper written. If a 17 can be produced than others can be produced. Somehow.

I think I've needed a life's work, and I never thought it was going to be brooms.

Business is going WELL. Small, independent contracts are filling some of the gaps even as the larger business begins to trickle in. I'm going to grow this company up and up!