Frank.

( Hexed Private to Order )

( Private to Alice )

( Private to DMLE )

I'm going down to archives, see if I can find any way to circumvent the private business clause that lets these store owners be a load of prejudicial tossers, if you'll excuse the language. At the very least, the racial slurs cannot possibly be all peaches.

Was positive there was a zoning law passed in Diagon a decade or so back that made the district beholden to common rules of equality, hiring and patron-wise, but I need to double check. I'll be on the fourth level, if you need me.

F

[Frank's writing is obviously hurried]

DE attack in progress, Hogsmeade. MoM magistrate's HQ more or less destroyed. Priority number one: get civilians out of the area, asap. Move as fast as you can.

Be sure t

[There is a smudge and a streak of ink]

come prepared.

But what goes up has so far down to fall
--but upon this tidal wave of oh god young blood

All the neighbors are startin' up a fire,
burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars.
My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids,
but my heart keeps watchin'
through the skin of my eyelids.
If the children - don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger, but - our hearts get torn up
We're just-
a million little gods causing rain storms - turning every good thing to rust!
With my lighning bolts a-glowin'
I can see where I am
going to be when
the Reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
I can see where I am goin'...
( Better look out below. )