Private Message to A Dolohov and N Malfoy
Oct. 8th, 2014 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_crouch_jrProductive 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.
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.