This is Bloody fucking ridiculous. I got robbed by a fucking loon not but twenty minutes ago, little bugger but ran like the wind away from me, and like hell I could do anything to have stopped him as I can't risk using to much magic. Just got paid from that bitchy little mite too for repairing her staircase, was supposed to last until at least the end of the month. Now I will have to go back out tomorrow and look for work, aye was hard enough to get that job with Ronan hanging on my pant leg, hopefully I'll have better luck in the city.

We've been here to long already, little over a fortnight, and its about time we moved onto something else. Don't like to stay put for to long, raises the chances of being caught, then what will happen to Ronan? Haven't heard shite from Da yet either, don't know what happened to him and I don't like that it's been so long... if those bastards at the Ministry hurt him. I just keep remembering that last phone call and the sound of all those people shouting - he didn't know shite, he's a Muggle for fucks sake.

Ronan's finally accustomed to calling me Da, but it sounds weird as hell and I can't see Da much appreciating me confusing Ronan this way. Aye, but you have to do what you need to survive.

Speaking of the little mite, Ronan's falling asleep in front of the tele, best go and clean off his bed and pack everything up. Wish I had an actual person to talk to instead of this diary - journal - thing. 'Suppose it helps keep me sane.