Antonin Dolohov

( Application for ANTONIN DOLOHOV )

It was nice to see several members of our hard-working Department of Magical Law Enforcement joking around last night about a vigilante broadcast that implied you are all not good enough to capture Death Eaters on your own. Not just that, but that you need to be beholden to a group of vigilantes who are apparently more determined than you are to end this war.

I worried you might take that insult to heart, but it would seem that worry was unfounded.

[WARDED PRIVATE]

I would be amused that he speaks of bravado when he seems to be full of little else, but I tire of watching him put ink to paper. Perhaps he needs another lesson about words and their consequences. He thinks he cannot be taught, but we are nothing if not determined teachers.

What does he likely hold dear? There is the obvious. His brotherhood of miscreants. The mudblood and her halfblood brat. The less obvious. His freedom. His anger. His reputation as a bold, blood-traitor castoff.

There is something there, I believe. He would be nothing if those that he loves can no longer trust him, if those that adore him him think he has become a beast of a different breed altogether. I do wonder if anything even needs to be done. He digs his own grave so very well.

Still. Something there. I will have to ponder this further.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO WALDEN MACNAIR]

Your skills will be required tonight in Galway. It would be easiest for us to meet at my residence to discuss the details beforehand. How early can you free yourself of the Ministry's limp grasp?

[/END WARD]

[WARDED PRIVATE]

I will remain loyal. Even if I detest being treated like a wayward child. The rewards will be worth it in the end.

It would help, however, if I did not need to tell myself this nearly so often.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO DEATH EATERS]

If the DMLE were not so annoyingly familiar with me, I would attend this 'defense training' of theirs. Simply to see exactly what they are teaching these sad little people. I imagine it is rather amusing, at the very least. And I am distressingly short on amusement this week.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO LUCRETIA PREWETT]

I have acquired a ridiculously expensive bottle of vintage French rum at a price that makes me sickeningly smug with myself. I am not terribly fond of drinking alone, however. Perhaps you would care for a sample sometime in the near future?

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO DEATH EATERS]

In preparation for the coming festivities, I am opening my home tonight and the following two days to anyone who wishes to practice dueling. I have a suitable cellar that is easily warded for such things and you can be assured you will be given my undivided attention.

[/END WARD]

I will never understand Easter. How exactly did we get from celebrating an Inferi "prophet" to celebrating a giant rabbit, hiding eggs, and stuffing our faces with sweets? And by we, I mean humanity. And by humanity, I mean all the idiots of the world.

[WARDED PRIVATE]

I almost wish to dare the whole of the wizarding community to attempt to prank me tomorrow. I do not know if this is because I know very few would be so brave, or because I am hoping at least one worthy of being under my wand would dare. I grow weary of standing by, idle. Crouch's plan was waylaid, so even dreams of torturing Alice Longbottom until that deliciously foul mouth of hers can say nothing but the names of her fellow do-gooders must remain only fantasy for now. Pettrigrew has offered nothing useful as of late, and I begin to wonder if my usefulness to the Dark Lord wanes. I must find something to dig my hands into before my patience wears away entirely.

Before I do something foolish.

[WARDED TO BARTY CROUCH JR]

We are down to sixteen days before the wedding. I am available this evening for a meeting to discuss your progress in person.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO PETER PETTIGREW]

One good piece of information does not mean you are allowed to revert to silent uselessness, Pettigrew.

[/END WARD]

I am very bored worried about this peaceful lull we seem to be having. So I have decided to distract myself with a journal-based drinking game. So far, these are the words I have decided will mark a time to drink:

Naked
Werewolves
Marathon
Cats
Sensitivity
Team

I assume I will be very drunk, very often. And yet, I am still willing to take additional suggestions. Because I am a team player.

[WARDED TO DEATH EATERS]

It has been brought to my attention that I was recently followed by a member of the Order, and DMLE, for possibly an extended period of time. Keep your eyes open, remain discreet at all times, and apparate frequently to lose any would be spies. If you see any suspicious activity, report it to the Inner Circle immediately.

The mice are getting bold.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO INNER CIRCLE]

To elaborate, my tail was Alice Longbottom. Our suspicions of her involvement in the Order have been confirmed.

Which brings me to my second point. I believe that you are all aware that Crouch suggested attempting to capture the Longbottoms at the upcoming Harper/Gibbon wedding. He has theorised that perhaps a portkey could be employed at the end of the party to spirit them away to a secure location of our choosing. I advised him that I would pass his suggestion along to you gentleman for discussion before deciding whether to present this plan to the Dark Lord for consideration.

Personally, I am more interested in this idea now that I know the сука has been following me. I will obviously defer to your unbiased opinions, but may I recommend giving this serious thought?

[/END WARD]

Simply awful. I realise it is frowned upon to bow to the pressure of vigilantes, but I would ask that my fellow witches and wizards be cautious in these dark times. We may not care for the message, or how it was delivered, but it would be foolhardy not to at least hear it all the same. Take care, and best wishes to those recovering from this traumatic event.

[WARDED TO DEATH EATERS]

It may be a bit premature, but I would like to extend my appreciation to you all for a job well done. If anyone is free and cares for a celebratory drink, my front door is open to all of you this fine evening.

My dearest vodka, I do love you so.

The way you sit there, silently glistening, beckoning, whispering to me from your enigmatic depths. I would write you a poem, but alas, words fail when faced with your transparent beauty. I will take my mouth to you instead, to show you the everlasting strength of my adoration.

Merlin help anyone who attempts to pry you from my grasp. No one, no one, shall separate us. Not with threat, nor violence. May those who do not understand our love kindly fuck off.



Did I do that right? It is early, but this already appears to be the theme of the day and I was feeling left out.

[WARDED TO DEATH EATERS]

Bravo. The righteous uproar is making my toes tingle. Sunday cannot come soon enough.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO THE INNER CIRCLE]

I have brought this to the Dark Lord's attention. He assures me that her insolence will not go unpunished. Now we must wait to see what he decides is the best course of action.

I managed not to hunt her down and force her to eat her own tongue. I believe I deserve points for self-control.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO PETER PETTIGREW]

Do not think I have forgotten your increasingly annoying existence. Have you anything to report?

[/END WARD]

I had to make a short trip to my homeland yesterday and it seems I missed quite a bit. Are the journals still infested by terrorising types? Did the DMLE save that poor child from a likely excruciating death? I feel as if I have missed a particularly intense episode of a wireless drama and now must piece together what happened in my absence.

[WARDED TO EDMUND NOTT]

So, old friend, how is the family?

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO INNER CIRCLE]

They intend to make their own broadcast on the wireless and I am told their first transmission will be tonight. I am still gathering information, but let us begin the wagers, shall we? Ten galleons says I will be bored to sleep within the first thirty seconds. Any takers?

I find it very entertaining that those individuals claiming to be the most progressive and open-minded among us are often the ones doing the most ranting about views of which they disapprove. I do so enjoy a good sermon. And really, what is a sermon without a dash of hypocrisy? A dull disappointment, I say! I will continue to watch the journals with bated breath.

[WARDED TO PETER PETTIGREW]

Failing to address our concerns is...unwise. Perhaps a face to face meeting is in order.

[/END WARD]

[WARDED TO PETER PETTIGREW]

You and I must have a little chat.

Another fragile Muggle has become a casualty of war? That is tragic. I will attempt to drown my sorrows in a glass of Белая молния. That is the finest wizarding vodka in existence, for those not worldly enough to know and not lucky enough to have ever been on my holiday shopping list.

[WARDED TO DEATH EATERS]

Perhaps I use as a small reward? I have a few bottles on hand. They are not cheap by any means, and I imagine I will feel charitably towards individuals who impress in the coming days.