It's been a joy, Hermione. Draco is starting to stir now. Honestly, he wouldn't have been knocked out if he simply co-operated. He's just as stubborn as he ever was. It was so funny; you should have seen his face when I started throwing him around. He had no idea; he probably thought Blaise had gone into a psychotic fit or something. It was almost enough to make me want to continue on this crazy mission. I will anyway, regardless of whatever may be circulating me right now. I'm going to finish soon. Soon Draco is going to be functional enough to attempt... something. Don't tell Theo, but I deliberately placed Draco's wand within arm's reach. I know he's going to attempt to reach the Aurors behind my back. I think I'm going to let him.
I've reached my low point, I think. Perhaps I'm not as strong as Theo seems to think. He'll be horribly disappointed. But when I thought back to my past, I realised how I was never really that strong. Pressure destroyed me. Destroyed the group. You know, I never fully recovered from the scars that parchment jinx left on me. I congratulate you, Hermione, on that.