The Blackest of All

This is all getting a bit tiresome. Just when I get used to one of the changes, everything is uprooted again.

Granted, I am more than happy to have my own body back, but I had rather gotten used to live on the island. I had a nice set up going in the hut with a hammock and a few other niceties, and I found fishing and the warm weather to be rather enjoyable.

The accommodations here are sparse and uncomfortable. I actually preferred the sand.

( Private to Sirius Black )

( Private to Lily Evans )

[Private]

I gave up on trying to be discrete. Uncomfortable as it is, I've gone back to fishing on the rock. At least no one bothers me there.

Physically, I'm not finding this quite as weird as everyone else. Apparently I'm not so well-endowed as a girl. A rope seems to have fixed my pants well enough, and luckily my shirt was a button up.

[Private to Lily]

How are you holding up?

[Private to Andromeda, Sirius]

Should we be trying to figure out who killed McGregor? No one seems to care. Relieved as I am that she is... her old self.... I'd rather not like to be killed in my sleep.

If no one minds, I am going to search the island to be sure that we are alone. I suppose we should have done this sooner. Too late, now.

( Private )

( Private )

( Warded Private to James Sirius Potter )

As Ms. Minerva McGregor has stated, we ought to be holding people to their actions. And so it should be known that one James Sirius Potter commit an unprovoked act of battery against me, including the use of an Unforgivable Curse.

My own actions were, therefore, in self defense.

The Lion claims to be so noble, and yet, he is a hypocrite.

Signed

-Regulus A. Black

I can't say I've ever imagined what an entire night alone with three tiny babies would be like. Each time I calm one another starts to cry. I've taken to charming an instrument to play, although charms was never my strong suit. Each time the spell wears off, I get a rather quick reminder to stay more alert.

They are cute though.

-Regulus A. Black

( Private )

Once again, this place casts it's strange magic on a number of the residents. Memories seem lost, though not my own.

Perhaps it is better this way.

Regulus A. Black

( Private to James Potter )

( Private to Bellatrix Lestrange )

( Private to Andromeda Dolohov )

I physically felt my body jolt out of bed at midnight. But for once, I did not wake up in a bed next to Lily Potter, as I had expected. Instead, I found myself in bed, and bound, to another woman.

What a strange incidence. And magic seems not to affect the bond in any way. Is this a permanent incident? No offense, Minerva, but I should rather not like to spend the rest of my life bound to someone.

( Private to Lily )

I've attempted several times to give my cabin mate her privacy by sleeping in the second bedroom that was vacated when Skeeter up and disappeared. I won't lie, I was pleased at her disappearance, not only because she was an annoying twit, but because I had hoped it would give me an opportunity to spread out.

Yet, each and ever morning, I awake in the bed next to Lily. It's a strange phenomenon. I can't understand this magic. Once, I even stayed awake the entire night. I think I made it to Lily's bed in the midst of a blink.

Lily, I am sorry I cannot give you the privacy I'm sure you desire. But I swear, I am not the one to blame for this strange occurrence.

Regulus A. Black

Skeeter. I know what you did. Give my wand back. It's been missing since yesterday morning. Not at all a humorous joke.

I attempted, several times, to summon Kreacher. I was hoping that elf magic might be able to break through the barriers of this strange place we are in.

Alas, it did not work.

-Regulus A. Black

I was on my way to the library, but now it seems that I do not know where I am. I don't remember falling asleep, but suddenly I was in an entirely different place. It was midway through the night, and I was not sure where to go. Luckily, I found a bench nearby, and so I sat down to wait. I never saw a single soul go by. The ringing in my ears has finally stopped.

Now it is just past dawn. I have been studying this journal-book all night. It seems I can see the writings of others in it. Can you see mine?

I get the impression that others are nearly as confused as I am about what is going on. Even by reading what others (you?) have written, I do not particularly understand my situation any better. I should like to go home now. I hope Mother is not worried about me.

I suppose I ought to explore a bit and get acquainted with my surroundings if I am meant to be here a while.

-Regulus A. Black

( Application )