Well. Hello. I am still getting used to these journals, so forgive any errors on my part.

It seems I'm dead. Was dead. It doesn't come as much of a surprise, I suppose. But I would like to take this opportunity to quickly clear up what seems to be a common misconception to everybody in this... time.

I, Regulus Arcturus Black, died as a result of something stupid that I did entirely of my own free will. It was actually something of an accident, sort of, if not an unexpected one. A fatal lapse in judgement, if you will. Any rumours about the Dark Lord killing me my being murdered are false. Just wanted to set the record straight.

Dorcas:
Where are you staying? I was lucky enough, it seems, to have died with a bit of gold on my person, so I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron. Though, the barman fellow has been telling me to keep my money, in any case. I want to see you.