||[Jun. 12th, 1978|12:01 am]
I just found my journal down the back of the sofa. I don't know if anyone even reads these anymore. |
It's been exactly five months. It is after midnight, after all.
On the 12th of January, 1978, my
stupid brave fiancé, Benjy Fenwick was murdered. Brutally. In Ipswich. They couldn't find any remains. He would have qualified as an Auror this year and whatever anyone may have said, he would have been a fantastic Auror. He was headstrong and funny and handsome and he knew his right from wrong and I mostly can't believe that he's gone. Even though I'm writing this down, it doesn't seem real. Benjy is gone and has been gone for 151 days.
I have to see this war through, because it is a war, for his sake if for no one else's. When it's over, though, I'm going to give up. I don't think I want to be an Auror anymore. It's not worth it. It's not worth Benjy's life, or Gideon's, or Fabian's. It's just not.