| Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath, |
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| Oh comely, it isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess |
[thu jul 25th, 2019 »11:10p] |
And I know they buried her body with others,
Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.
Know all your enemies.
( We know who our enemies are.... )
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| 004. Think of Me As Just Your Fan Who Remembers Every Dress You Ever Wore |
[fri sep 18th, 2009 »4:48p] |
[Private]
The Dark lord has made his decision, it seems. I suspected as much long ago, felt fairly sure when he ceded Neville to Bellatrix, nearly certain when the child was returned to the protection of his parents and of the Order of the Phoenix, and now Rodolphus has supported these suspicions in that he can't prove an alternate explanation for boy's release. Of course, I mentioned very little to him about the prophecy - such a revelation would be unwise, given the Dark Lord's decision not to reveal it to him. And while Rodolphus is smarter than most of those imbeciles, he interpreted my concern for Lily as contempt for Potter. As if I would expend this much energy to see Potter's ruination, which he will undoubtedly bring about just fine on his own.
Perhaps he would spare her. He does not need her - he only needs the child. She need not be harmed. What difference would it make to him if she survived? But of course, she would attempt to prevent it if the Dark Lord went after her son. I know she would resist. He has no qualms whatsoever about killing muggleborns, even delights in killing his dissenters. As a muggleborn, an order member, and a fighter, she stands little chance. He leaves noone alive. Mercy, he seems to believe, is for the weak. Though I think destroying all of those who contradict you shows cowardice, and a lack of confidence in your own abilities -
But there is, I suppose, another possibility. I could ask him to spare her. I could persuade him to leave her alone, and take only the child. Perhaps the husband for good measure. There is no reason for Lily to die because of a prophecy that does not pertain to her. I don't understand why her child was chosen at all. The Longbottom could have been the one just easily. The Potter boy is utterly unremarkable. His blood is nothing noteworthy. Why would he be chosen? Why Lily's son?
I do not relish the idea of asking him for such a favor, but it seems that i must. I will ask him to spare her. I will ask him to spare her because of my loyal service, offer to aid in the capture of the child in exchange. She would be so devastated if her child were- I could tell him of my skill with Legillimency, remarkable for a wizard of my age. It could be used to gather information regarding his capture. Or perhaps, it could assist in the evasion of capture, if used correctly. To pass along information that ultimately reveals nothing.
After all, how much can one really trust a murderer?
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Well.
Tobias is dead.
If I didn't know better, I might think it was a gift from a friend of mine
I do believe congratulations are in order
Mum still won't talk to her own family
Don't offer me your sympathy. Enough pity has been wasted on and over offered regarding Tobias as it is. I've never seen so much bloody tuna casserole in one kitchen. Too bad it's vile.
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| 003. Plan of Attack |
[fri aug 28th, 2009 »8:47p] |
I certainly hope that the general population has not chosen to read too much into these baseless accusations against proper wizarding stock. Consider the source: a poor, muggleborn journalist complaining about the wealthy elite? That just sounds like sour grapes.
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I did not fuck up.
I have been intercepting and reading Fenwick's editor's mail for weeks, and the most interesting article he had written before today was on the new appointment to the Department of Magical Games and Sports and fall lipstick colours. Still, I continued to monitor his post, carefully examining each letter and article for anti-Voldemort sentiments despite the fact that the only thing the prophet ever prints is mindless, useless drivel that reads like a first year's History of Magic essay. And of course, the only time that mudblooded fuckwit writes something worth suppressing, he sends it straight to Prophet headquarters and doesn't give me a chance to look over it before it's printed.
He will not be pleased when He learns of it. I suppose I had better do as much damage control as possible before he desires to speak to me about this turn of events. I was hesitant to use any unforgivable curses, as they always draw attention: particularly the Imperius curse and most especially when it is poorly cast. Of course, the latter will not be an issue in my case, but nevertheless, they should only be used as a last resort. Under the circumstances, however, I suppose that I do not really have an alternative. Of course, I cannot use the curse on Fenwick himself - his home has numerous protective wards, and even if it didn't, Dumbledore is no fool. He would notice right away if one of his own started acting strangely, especially if he attempted to fight the curse and, in so doing, lost his mind.
His editor, however, has remarkably scant and simplistic protection. It would require minimal effort and planning to use the curse on his editor, and ultimately, this would give me far more control over the prophet. I believe I will begin by printing a retraction, and follow it up by firing Fenwick. No one would question the firing of a rogue prophet reporter who fingered several of the wizarding elite in a kidnapping investigation. Of course, I will refrain from publishing anything with an obvious slant, which will allow me to retain this level of control much longer, but removing Fenwick from his post will be a step in the right direction.
Now, there is only the matter of following through.
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| 002. Isn't it Delightful |
[mon aug 10th, 2009 »5:18a] |
I don't get paid nearly enough to deal with the average Slug and Jiggers customer.
[Private]
I constantly feel as though I'm wasting my brain at my job, I miss academia, and I believe that the Dark Lord underestimates my usefulness.
Brilliant.
How the hell am I supposed to prevent Benjy Fenwick from publishing newspaper articles with a Pro-Dumbledore slant? Distract hims with my good looks and charm, and then hide his articles? It seems like he'd get wise after the first several times. Sure, he's a mudblood, but if he's important to Dumbledore, he's probably not that stupid.
This assignment is ridiculous. My skills involve meticulous magic - perfectly crafted potions, skillfully executed charms, artistry and attention to detail. My skills are in academia, logical analysis and vicious rhetoric; in perfectionism, elegance and efficiency. My skills are not found in befriending and then fooling daft journalists. He should have left this task to one of the useless death eaters, who would have relished the task, and given me something that required a brain to execute.
God knows I wish someone would.
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| Oh, What Fools These Mortals Be. |
[mon jul 27th, 2009 »12:06a] |
It always mystifies me that so many of the individuals with whom I attended Hogwarts (I can no longer call them classmates, but I refuse under any circumstances to call them my "colleagues") have now completed seven full years of school - during which time they all had unlimited access to more resources than most people can dream of; a myriad of professors who were... sometimes competent, but always more than willing to provide assistance; and ample free time with which to conduct their own independent research on any number of the subjects that were very well-represented in the school library - and since doing so, have spent several years in on-the-job training and several more living their adult lives, and yet, they have still managed to learn absolutely nothing.
To those of you to whom I refer, Congratulations are in order.
Your ignorance borders on accomplishment.
[Private]
Of course, lately, I myself have begun to wonder whether or not there is some truth to the adage that ignorance is bliss. Though a ridiculous basis for a philosophy and a preposterous life's ambition, it certainly seems to be working out very well for all of the idiots I know. Who, upon further consideration, I realize are most of the people I know. It's disgraceful that our society places so much value on those among us who are vapid, ignorant, stupid, wealthy and charming. But it's obviously lucky for people like Potter, isn't it?
As the end of July nears, The Dark Lord has become increasingly impatient for the birth of the predicted child. I was curious myself, wondering to whom the prophecy referred - more than one order member is currently with-child, and it isn't as though they are the only ones to defy the dark lord - but I was not particularly concerned. After all, Lily was due on the 15th, which is still the first half of July. But from what I understand, Lily has yet to deliver the bastard's child. I've found myself hoping that the child is a girl - that it can't be the one to whom the prophecy refers, or that the thing will either make a break for it soon, or hang on until the first of August. My only concern is for Lily Evans. I could care less about his plans for the rest of that ragtag band of vigilantes, but Lily... it can't be her. I doubt she'd even be on his radar - she's a muggleborn. Surely, he would think that only a pureblood wizard would be capable of defeating him. I'm... I'm sure she's safe.
Then, of course, is that matter of a job. A few of the wealthier death eaters have thrown around offers of dull, but reasonably well-paid positions that they have the clout to arrange for me. I do, however, despise accepting favors from anyone, especially those who offer them out of loyalty. The expectation, of course, is that such loyalty will be returned, which is nothing I'm willing to commit to. I do enjoy my apothecary job at times, but I wish they would give us something complicated or interesting to do.
I have heard talk around the apothecary that someone called Belby has been working on something he calls the Wolfsbane Potion - apparently, one of his coworkers came through looking for shrake's livers, and nattered on about it for nearly an hour and a half before I had to ask him to leave because we were attempting to close. All he was clear on was that it contained aconite, which any moron could have guessed on their own. If the potion is successful, I hope it becomes available to the general public soon. I imagine that it is a very complicated bit of potionswork, the sort of thing few will get their hands on so early.
Now if things would go ahead and sort themselves out, that would be excellent.
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-Severus Snape
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