Gellert Grindelwald

[There's a flicker of what may be the golden glow of a flame on Gellert's face, but it just makes the shadows surrounding him deeper. If anybody met him before, they'd now notice his features have lost their brightness and under his eyes are shaded darkly as if he's been having trouble sleeping. He shivers then begins talking to the camera.]

Listen, everyone in the three cities. I do not know if this is normal for you here but the darkness and the dementors are as bad as if we are in some sort of prison.

Are there any other wizards from my world out there? Ones that can use their magic? Happy thoughts can only keep them at bay for so long.

I am graduating.

My warden has just informed me, so no, this is not a joke. Whatever you may think of my past misdeeds I have accounted for them now.

I have been granted a little time to say my goodbyes.

I appreciate the help that a select few have given me here. I'm sure that you know who you are.

Farewell.

I really do hope that liking the majority of people here is not a requirement of graduation.

Because you are a very difficult group to like. You complain and insult for little to no reason. You threaten and murder - or are hypocrital by threatening and then not following through. Cowardly, I will add to that in those cases. You ignore some things that may be of importance yet jump all over certain other things that essentially should be ignored.

I am speaking about both inmates and wardens here. The vast majority, anyhow - not every single one of you. There are a few exceptions but they are very few.

It is not surprising that there are very few graduations, considering most inmates have no wish to and so do not even attempt to be better people and most of the wardens do not care less about those in their care. An occasional punishment once your inmate has slaughtered multiple people is hardly keeping a decent watch on the situation.

I am honestly tired of the pettiness displayed here. I can understand inmates being stubborn and thinking they are right all the time but wardens should set better examples and do what they are here to do. Or they should leave.

Most of you are bringing about your own misery.

And truly, if you do wish to remain here then you could at least stop complaining.

[Private to Adric]

Obviously we need to talk.

[A handsome golden eagle sours out of Gellert's room on the eighth floor. The corridor outside is a little cramped, however, so he alights to the ground, walks a few paces before trying to fly again. He's aware enough that he recalls where the deck is and proceeds that way - not expecting to fly from here but hoping there will be more space.]


[Note: he'll likely be able to communicate with other birds and animals and may understand humans but not be able to talk back to them. Warning: if you are a small creature he may try to attack or eat you... unless you speak up to say who you are!]

Dear Admiral, I wish to be sent back to my world.

People here are quick to threaten and attack but if I offer help of any form - and I have numerous times - they either reject it or ignore it. I understand about learning patience but they prefer others suffer prolonged illness or injury instead of taking some extra help? Isn't that just simple cruelty?

I am sure you can pick and choose what powers to return to me. If I could perform simple healing spells and make healing potions then I feel I could be of a great help to the overstressed infirmary staff. However, as they are all ignoring me - unless it is to insult or threaten - then I come directly to you, since I am currently wardenless.

If the answer is no then you, dear Admiral, are as cruel as the rest and do like to see people suffering here. That would not surprise many of us here.

So, I wish my basic healing powers returned or send me back to my home.

I completely understand that this is not an ultimatum considering you will likely say NO to both - but then they had better not expect any sympathy from me if they complain again that people are hurt and dying and they can't cope when it can be fixed more easily in the aftermath with a little magic.

I was rather enjoying the quieter atmosphere around here but now so many people are back.

Too many people since I was jostled on the stairs and fell - I wouldn't like to think any of you would have caused such a nasty accident. I could have broken something.

Luckily no broken bones this time, although I have some quite impressive bruising which makes things uncomfortable. Go on and laugh. I'm sure that some of you will.

Thank you, Rex, for assisting me back to my room.


[Rex tripped Gellert down the stairs then helped him out afterwards - so Gellert isn't certain who did it. This happened sometime between Rex's return from port and his visit to the Infirmary to see McCullen. If you want to say you happened to be in the group on the stairs (or even fake!claim to be the one who tripped him), please go ahead.]

So if time was normal here I would be 116 today, June 13th.

I know it's not voluntary but I'm quitting my 'job' at the library. I'm simply not turning up anymore. It's not as if I can be punished any further by my refusal to work. I'm tired of playing nice and not getting anywhere for it. I feel so useless here and it's not a feeling I'm enjoying.