Some time away from the winter locked city has done me well. Though I received very unpleasant news on Christmas Eve, I was able to join my family for a fine Yule celebration. Mother made an excellent meal, no magic was involved. I’ve decided to take up reading as my mother got me the most unique device I’ve ever seen. It’s a Nook or as muggles tend to refer to them as e-readers. I’m finding much enjoyment in this gift as reading is all I seem to do of late.
I’ll be going to the United States tomorrow to visit a few friends and swim at some indoor location that claims to be as good as any tropical location but all inside a building, I’m tempted to see if it’s true.
My mother has been condemning such activities of late, she doesn’t hate muggles by any means, but she fears that I’ll eventually abandon my pureblood ties and marry a muggle man. I have to admit that muggle men are fascinating, romance isn’t on my mind at all as of late, work and nothing else seems to be occupying my mind.
The sun has come out today, for the first time in what seems like ages I was able to warm my skin under it’s gentle embrace. The air in Lindau is still very much cold, but the sun makes everything better. I don’t know if I’d mentioned this in the past, but I both love and hate the cold, I love it because it means snow is coming and that I’ll be able to drink lots of my favorite tea, but it also means that death seems to be lurking around every corner.
I feel that presence more and more as the days grow darker sooner, the night seems to stretch on forever, the moon never sets here or so it seems. I find myself more and more looking into the ivory orb, it’s hypnotic.
Well I think I’ll review owls now and enjoy my tea, which is currently steeping away in my new teapot, cast iron with an enamel coating. It might be muggle made, but it makes a damn fine cup of a tea.
I realize that the calendar has revealed that I’ve been away for over a month. I wish I had some elaborate excuse for my disappearance, but unfortunately those demons will forever be between myself and those who have waylaid me. I’m back now, and that’s all that counts. Unfortunately in my absence, any research into the Grindylow problem has gone virtually untouched, Lindau thankfully has remained in a sleepy…though rather fragile peace without incidence. Mei and I will have to try and meet soon as to where to go from here. With the winter months now fully set in, the waters around the island have become frozen shut, keeping the Grindylow at bay. The ministry is not pleased with this somewhat temporary solution, so something will have to be thought of before the spring thaw.
Well, that is all for now, I’m planning on retiring for the evening, and again to everyone…I am sorry for my absence.
I’ve come to the realization that I hate night time on this Isle. It’s bitterly cold, the sea breeze is like a hand of death brushing against my skin if I dare step outside to take a gander at the water, which is only a stones throw away from my front doorstep. In the morning I cringe at the idea of trying to open the windows as they’re usually frozen shut. But enough of my complaining for now, I’m about to sit down to dinner and then it’s back to the books and hopefully a very hot bath, I find myself being bitterly chilled to the bone by time dinner is through. I’ll have see if I can conjure up a good heating charm to scathe away the cold.
I wonder sometimes if my mother is as equally talented with divination as myself. I was recently startled by the sudden appearance of a parcel by my fireplace. My mother has knack for knowing when I’m in dire need of something that reminds me of my London home. Within the parcel I found a tin of my favorite coffee, something i enjoy to drink in the evening to soothe my nerves. I do so love my mother, even if she does on occasion cause me grief.
Sitting here and drinking tea has reminded me of something rather special. I recently allowed a secret of my lineage to be passed on to a great mentor of mine, such secrets have reminded me of words the great wizard Merlin used to speak to my ancestors all those years ago. These words have long since been passed down to the witches and wizards in my family.
"Remember that even when the world seems at it’s darkest, and that no one seems to be paying no attention to the darkness, it will always be you who feels the most lost, but in truth you are the only who is still walking on the path that you need to be. With this knowledge know that you’ll never be lost."
These words have always comforted me, may they comfort anyone else who happens to read them.
I do believe if I write down one more note about Grindylow’s I may have to hang myself. I’m going to put the books aside for a moment, brew up some good strong English tea and watch some ridiculous muggle television. I’d taken up this habit at a very young age, much to my parents distaste, I find it to be somewhat educational and good for a laugh. Again, I’m excepting owl’s at the moment, to answer some would be a great way to pass the time.
I woke up to the pleasing sight of snow on the ground this morning, it’s a sight that always warms my heart to it’s deepest depths. I spent far too much time last night doing research on Grindylow, so much in fact that I had my fair share of nightmares the other evening. My owlery is open.
Unfortunately Mei and I were unable to meet for tea, though as I’ve been informed the reasons behind the sudden change of plans was rather dire. As I am no good with brewing potions I was unable to offer my assistance. So, rather then worry too deeply on the matters at hand, I’m going to enjoy a relaxing evening at home with my adorable kitten Gabriel. He’s a lovely little ball of fuzz and I often find him staring at the ocean from the window. With dinner over and a calm night ahead of me I believe I’ll return to my research and hope that all goes well from now on. Good evening.
Well it’s turned out to be a lovely evening to make a fantastic seafood boil. Though magic may not be involved when I’m cooking, it’s the closest thing I do willingly that reminds me of Potions class. I must admit however that standing at the stove, observing a boiling pot full of a herbs, spices, and shrimp is oddly nostalgic of old times back in school.
But enough of the past I suppose, I should return to my cooking as I hate to make a mess.
After a few more hours of research it saddens me to state that there have been no mentioning so far of Grindylow traveling a great distance to migrate to new waters. As it stands we in the wizarding world know that Grindylow largely make their habitats in the waters of Great Britain and Ireland. It would not be so hard to believe that varying species of Grindylow could be found all over the world, in some rare cases I’ve discovered that some Grindylow have appeared in land locked bodies of water, how they got there however is the mystery. As much as I’d hate to think it, it’s not hard to imagine that possible a witch or wizard may be behind the recent appearance of Grindylow in Lindau. I have no proof of anything yet, this is simply speculation until I can make further strides in my research and detective work.
I hope to share my idea’s with Mei in hopes that she might have some idea’s of her own as to what might be causing this.
So, after an hour of reading into the books I received the Ministry, I’ve come up with the following recurrences in history involving Grindylow.
1. Grindylow were first mentioned in folklore, like most magical creatures of our age. These folklore stories were meant to keep children away from marshes, bogs, and generally large bodies of cold water.
2. Grindylow, though in rare cases, can be domesticated. ((Could trained Grindylow be behind these attacks?))
3) Without a plentiful amount of fish and other natural food sources for Grindylow, there have been reports of Gridylow attacking muggle fishing boats.
Thats all for now. I have much more reading to do.
I stayed up far later then I should have, I slept for far too long into the day and fear that anything I had planned will now have to wait. I woke up to a good surprise at least, a rather large barn owl was sitting on my table with a rather large parcel beside it. To my utter glee the parcel contained a rather lengthy note and a few books all about the creatures known as Grindylow. I hope somewhere among these pages lies the answer as to why the watery demons are here in Lindau.
As the hours begin to tick closer to the midnight hour I find myself feeling sleepy. I’ve been pawing through books and drinking peppermint hot chocolate for at least three hours now. Tomorrow I’ll try to meet up with Mei and discuss our plan of action so we can start investigating the Grindylow. Also, she’s promised me a tour of Dammar Dispensary, I plan to stock up on a few herbs for tea.
Life has always been something of an interesting affair to me. My father is a pure blood, among his talents and accomplishments there are few if none to mention, but he is a good and loving man. My mother, who is also a pure blood, works for the Ministry of Magic in the Department for International Magical Cooperation…which is probably why I find myself so wrapped up in that business more often then not. Enough about my parents however, I should be telling you about myself.
My wand is made of rosewood with a Veela hair core, though not to short it’s still swishy in it’s movement. Wand shopping was my favorite part of getting into Hogwarts. In school I immediately took a liking to Charms and Divination, though I found myself infuriated with things like Potions and DADA. Mei was the only reason I stayed in Potions for the mandatory amount of time, but after the OWL exams I steered clear of bubbling cauldrons.
After Hogwarts I considered exploring the world, but my Mother was quick to get me in with the Ministry, telling me that the world could wait for any mischief I had planned. Do to that pressure and pushiness I now find myself living in a small cottage on the Lindau Isle. My friend, Mei Hartmann has been trying to get the attention of the Ministry for some time due to the uncommon presence of Grindylow in Lindau waters. Their presence have led to seven deaths, two of them being wizard children. I made the move to Lindau Isle earlier this week, sending my material items via floo powder, but I myself decided to try what the muggle’s call airplanes. To be brief on that experience, it was dreadful. First Class or not, the idea of flying in a tin box with no broom is simply suicidal.
Since my arrival in Lindau I’ve seen many things that interest me and I hope to be of some service to magical community and send back reports to the Ministry that will aid in the end of the Grindylow Invasion.
Hello everyone, this is Vimiv Pendragon and I’ve finally arrived in Lindau Isle where apparently my friend Mei Hartmann has reported that unusual Grindylow activity has been occurring. Unfortunately this activity has led to the death of seven children. I don’t know where the Ministry will go with this information, but for the time being I’m going to be staying in on the isle and doing research into these developments.