Private Message to A Dolohov and N Malfoy

[alt_crouch_jr]

Productive week.

Batya. Will not be free for our usual. (OL fully aware of the situation.) Sagittarius' revelations continue to pay fruit. Significant fruit. He was pleased enough to send me personally to Azkaban today to make the delivery. After He'd examined the goods.

Narcissa. As you know it's rare that any of us accompany prisoners to the island. Special detail handles that. So today was a unique opportunity.

Wish I had good news for you. All we've attempted by way of ameliorating L's accommodations seems to have resulted in little actual benefit. I managed to see the cell, and he does have the linens and warm items you sent, and the candles. His food, though, whatever its quality must be going untouched. He's thin as a wraith. Did not see me, but I had a glimpse of him.

It's grim. We'd insisted he be removed as far as possible from the Dementors' usual paths. Having seen it, I understand now that those were galleons thrown away. There's no place in that infernal prison where their horror does not penetrate. Suspect the candles throw no light at all if he burns them. There are boxes of them stacked unopened in his cell.

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[alt_narcissa]

But -

I see. Did he ... seem terribly affected, otherwise? His mind, I mean. Or any other - infirmity?

This has to stop

[alt_crouch_jr]

He looks ill. And careless of his person. Unkempt. He was standing in a courtyard--well, that gives the wrong idea about the space--an open shaft between turnings of the fortress walls; there were two other prisoners present, but none of them made eye contact or seemed at all aware of the others. I'd the impression he wasn't registering any part of the scene around him. And he stood-

He looked cold and frail, despite a thick cardigan.

I was only there a few hours, Narcissa, and I'm still chilled to the bone despite having Tosha's fire stoked and burning as hot as the elf can manage.

[alt_narcissa]

Unkempt? Merlin, he so hates to be unshaven. Or slovenly in - in any way.

It's beyond thinking.

[alt_crouch_jr]

I wouldn't have believed it without seeing it.

Private Message to Barty

[alt_narcissa]

I detest this.

Shall I - that is, may I come through? To Cottesmore?

I don't think I can bear to be alone tonight.

I'm sorry to be such a burden.

Re: Private Message to Barty

[alt_crouch_jr]

Of course.

Come directly.

[alt_antonin]

I cannot bear to think what he must be suffering.

Perhaps it is time that someone petition Our Lord to show mercy; I would gladly risk His worst displeasure for the smallest chance it might free Lucius.

Private Message to Toshenka

[alt_crouch_jr]

Expect it should be me as I'm the one who witnessed the scene. Don't want you accused of listening to rumours and acting on hearsay.

I'll speak with Him as soon as I'm granted audience again. Of course, there's no guarantee that will be immediate. (Could be tomorrow or not until next week.)