I have finally returned to my flat feeling that life has dealt me too many blows this week. I find myself unable to feel anything more than the great shock that my life will never be as I once hoped. Stunned would be an accurate description.
Today Pansy was found guilty of Assault With Intent to Cause Serious Harm to an Auror and sentenced to ten years in Azkaban. It was a farse of a trial from the onset. MacClaggen's counsel opened by parading his career, accomodations, awards, and good attendance then went straight into portraying Pansy as a whore. Careful attention was placed on her desire for the spotlight, they lingered on herlong list of suitors, and her disappearance after his assault were all delivered effectively. Pansy's defense delivered the truth, plead self defense, and ultimately failed to gain the testimony of two other victims of MacClaggen. It was a pitiful trial at best.
Less than an hour after entering my abode I received an owl from Severus Snape. I was not pleased with his reply, my mother was dead. His words cut across me and my initial response was reply, most violently and in person. A notion that was dismissed when I finished his letter. I now had siblings, a brother and a sister. I would have to investigate this as thoroughly as possible and hope my emotions did not awake before I found the truth about the two.
My mother at least understood that I must make my way on my own. I am sure of that from our many talks but my silence over the last few months must have taken a toll on her and I feared the coming regret.
The loss of my love, death of my mother, and news of two children I must surely raise was more than I trusted myself to handle so I turned the only direction I had left a fine bottle of Uzo and a box of Cubans. I would pay Hades it's tribute tomorrow.