I suppose since my former associate decided to make himself known I might as well use this to say something instead of watching for any sign of the pettiness that the majority of you seem to spew. Quite frankly, it's amazing how comforting solitary confinement can be when your mind is nothing more than a mess. It gives you time to sort out the clutter, figure out where your life took a wrong turn, and focus on those things that are truly important.

It isn't as though I'm any worse off here than I was before. And it isn't as though anyone seems to care that I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I simply goes to prove that the paranoia that I had for the majority of my life was justified. Peter Pettigrew could vanish into thin air, and no one would notice or care.

I've been told that it's July now.