User blog:TimeForTheTea/Daily Prophet Article (23rd of April 2041)



SERIAL KILLER FOUND DEAD Leviticus Lavigne

On the 14th April 2041 during a routine inspection at a transfer cell at 10:32 AM, it was discovered that Rosalie Hemmingway was found dead in her cell. Set to be transported to Azkaban and to await trial for the numerous killings and attacks attached to her name, it is believed that Miss Hemmingway took her own life. Most notably among her victims are those of the vigilante group Vigilance in which Hemmingway was a member of herself; something the DMLE now believes to be a coverup.

Miss Hemmingway was caught and apprehended by Aurors on the 12th April in what is believed to be a ritual she did to scout out her next victim. Throughout the day of the 12th, it has been reported that she was frequently seen around The Precinct in Lincliff City, most notably near the werewolf sector, where she would eventually be caught trying to enter the Precinct illegally. It is believed that she was aiming to eradicate all werewolves within the area due to some unknown reasoning. This, paired with the delayment of her arrival to Azkaban, have led some to speculate that Miss Hemmingway and Minister Fitzgerald were connected to one another in some way. Words thrown about within The Precinct itself were ‘coincidental,’ ‘obvious’ and ‘definitely'.

As of right now, neither the Minister himself nor the Department of Magical Law Enforcement have commented on the potential of a link between Minister Fitzgerald and Miss Hemmingway, nor have any more details about who Miss Hemmingway killed exactly, her motives or the amount of her victims been released. It is unknown how badly this passing will impede the investigation, but The Daily Prophet extends its wishes that justice prevails.

SECOND SERIAL KILLER Cadan Pascoe

Only hours after reports of the death of Rosalie Hemmingway, the first believed serial killer to be apprehended, an accomplice of her’s has been taken into custody. Christopher Halstrom, a twenty-seven year-old, was arrested at noon after what is believed to be extensive research into the evidence obtained at Miss Hemmingway’s residence. No further updates have been released by the DMLE but rumours suggest that Mr. Halstrom and Miss Hemmingway were associates and orchestrated their attacks together to some degree.

The Daily Prophet will update as and when more information is released.

The Reality of the Precinct Scarlett Ollivander

It’s been nearly four years. Four years since the precinct was established, locking away hundreds and thousands of innocent people with little to no resistance. Only until recently did we see any organised movement against the policies and it was swept under the rug by the ministry without a second glance. All the meanwhile, hundreds upon thousands of human beings are trapped, starving within those walls. No one’s done a census. We don’t know how many lives here or how many have died. But it feels like thousands. Thousands of lives locked in a prison camp.

I thought it was bad when I first got here, but I was wrong. With only five blocks, maybe double that for apartment buildings, the precinct struggled to house people from the moment they closed the gates. Now it’s unbearable. Each block is triple the capacity, with nearly six people shoved into a room that’s really only meant to fit two. Most people are left to sleep on the street. It’s a jail. There is nothing else to describe it as. Aurors and paid thugs walk the streets. Some of them leave you alone. Some offer you food, a blanket, a conversation–if you’re lucky. Most leave you battered and bruised. No one steps in to save you but they would swarm around you when the thugs leave, doing their best to keep you alive. Some get clearance to go to St. Mungo’s–but it’s rare. Some get treated at the local clinic inside the precinct but supplies run out fast and the healers’ are always busy with other patients. I’ve seen people dropping dead in the waiting rooms because they weren’t treated in time. It all depends. There are good days. There are bad days. There are terrible days. It just depends on what day it is when they turn their focus onto you.

Food is scarce. We get daily shipments but the lines are so long that by the time you get to the top of the line, it’s all gone. Some wait for hours at the soup kitchens, hoping to get some scraps, but often leave empty handed. Some camp outside the entire week, just to make sure they’re the first in line every morning. There are times where I wonder if people are about to rip the other apart, to try and get those tiny little packages from the council. They said they weren’t going to kill us. But they are. Passively. People are starving to death and their blood is on the ministry’s hands. On everyone’s hands.

Some are privileged enough to work outside of the precinct. Have some sliver of freedom. However, I count the days until this is taken away. That the permits will be cancelled. Yet even if you are able to work, they tax your paycheck before you even get a glimpse of it. What’s left is hardly enough to call a living wage, regardless of where you work. The more lucrative the position, the more they tax. Even then it’s still worth the job. The ability to leave the precinct to breathe fresh air, to meet people whose eyes aren’t vacant–it’s all worth it.

It is on everyone’s mind that his term is nearly over and maybe, with a stroke of luck, he would be voted out. But even if he were to be ousted, who knows the effects something like this would have on our society. I, for one, would find myself still distrustful of the people around me. I saw how many people rallied around this man. I saw how many people turned a blind eye. Even without Alistair Fitzgerald, those people are still here. All this has done is told me whatever progress we thought we had made beforehand can be taken as quickly as it came. This is a divided society, divided by walls and barriers, divided by names and hateful rhetoric. This further became evident in the recent riot. I was in the background of it all. I saw the violence. I saw people coming together to try and fight for freedom of a desperate community. For the first time in years, I felt hopeful. Just a little piece of evidence that there was some good left. However, it didn’t work. And now in the aftermath–it only got worse. After the riot, people were pushing into the apartment blocks, shoving themselves in to get off the streets. To be on the streets risked being beaten to death. The thugs were looking for a reason to unleash and the riot was that reason.

We’re in an age of a genocide by attrition and if we do not do something now, with the elections coming up soon, then we will be facing mass murder. That is the only way this is going to end. There is so much more happening that I won’t include for I cannot find the right words to describe it all. How to describe all the atrocities I’ve seen in the precinct. Even the aurors and the half breeds with all the right intentions cannot push back the suffocation that is descending across the precinct in Lincliff city. A city all of you frequent. The precinct was barely livable three years ago. Merlin knows it’s not now. I don’t want to think of what it is going to be like in another four years. Or if any of us will even be around by then.

I don’t have a purpose to this article other than to raise awareness of what is happening right under your noses. I won’t call for a call of arms. I’m not calling for a revolution. I have little faith that it would happen anyway. But I won’t fashion myself as a leader. I’m not a leader. Would I be opposed to it happening? Obviously not. But I’m not going to be the instigator. I believe in transparency. For everyone to know the truth about the world they live in. My position as a journalist allows me to advocate this. Perhaps I should have spoken about the precinct long before but alas. From where I stand, this society is crumbling and we are at a point where it can be changed–for the better.

Credit to Oli and Time for the articles.