Rodolphus' Journal (VIII) - Monday, 9 August 1999 [Private to Bastan] *audio is on, his voice is raspy and unsteady*
Et tu, Bastan?
How COULD you? HOW COULD GET CAUGHT? You should have stayed behind Cissy's skirts in *angry French, the equivalent of 'little love nest'* with your loyalty intact, not behind them in that *breaks off into angry cursing in French, obviously very unflattering about the Centre*
How could you give that filth the secrets to escape from Azkaban?
*stuck to the page is the article with choice excerpts circled in blood red... ink? hard to say* [/Private]
((Et tu = you too/even you. I know Bastan won't be able to respond until the end of the day at the earliest, but Roddy wanted to flip out now))