| 19; 27 April 1981 |
[27 Apr 12 @ 8:19pm] |
[Private]Don't make me kill him. Please, Merlin, I-- I don't know that I could do it. I've have killed so many without flinching, without concern, without hesitating, but regardless of everything I do not want to be the one to exact revenge for what he has done. For killing Max Wilkes. I would have to. I would have to thank the Dark Lord for the opportunity to prune my family tree of its rotting branches, but he is my brother--
Christ I didn't even think that Nathan would have it in him to cast a Killing Curse. With the way he's reacting there's no doubt, and beyond that, Alice Longbottom's saint-like views on the subject wouldn't permit her to do so.
I can't kill him.
I can't kill any of them.
Jesus.
[Beth]I'm going to tell her.
[Femie]We need to sit down, and we need to talk. Soon.
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| 18; 27 April 1981 |
[27 Apr 12 @ 1:01pm] |
[Death Eaters]Max Wilkes is dead.
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| 17; 26 April 1981 |
[26 Apr 12 @ 8:49pm] |
[Beth & Femie]What in the name of Merlin's pants is going on?
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| 16; 22 April 1981 |
[22 Apr 12 @ 8:42pm] |
[Victor]How go the tacos, little brother?
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| 15; 18 April 1981 |
[18 Apr 12 @ 2:34pm] |
I'd love to meet this anonymous and give him a good punch in the nose, honestly. Why do I even bother reading such blatant trash?
[Private]I wonder how different life would be if I hadn't taken the mark. If I didn't have to choose between family and the Dark Lord (as though there is a choice, really), recognizing who is beyond my protection and who might still have a chance. I would dearly love to think that I have the ability, that I am persuasive enough, to convince Nathan and Ashley that my Lord's vision is just and true, and that they would do better to embrace their blood and lineage, but I do/am not. Victor is many things, but I believe he has a sense of self-preservation in him, and that of the three of them, him... I could protect. I could demonstrate the precariousness and seriousness of being loyal to the right ideals. Beth and I could. One brother is better than none.
I wish I could tell Mum and Dad how idiotic I believe them to have raised us. We do not all embrace our superiority as we should. We are not honoring our ancestry, adding to the family's history, expanding it. Greatness seems farther and farther away.
As for Henry Hart... Well. A disposable someone present in my day-to-day life. Not to mention his closeness with Dorcas Meadowes. If she is in the Order, what's to say that he is not?
I cannot shake the feeling that I'm being--
Paranoid.
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| 14; 12 April 1981 |
[12 Apr 12 @ 8:08am] |
Well done, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
[Beth]Thank you.
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| 13; 11 April 1981 |
[11 Apr 12 @ 5:13pm] |
[Beth]I need your help.
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| 12; 10 April 1981 |
[10 Apr 12 @ 10:46pm] |
[Ketteridges by blood/marriage (-Victor) + Marlene & Augustus]Well. Are we planning an intervention for this latest demonstration of Vic's wistful insanity, or are we giving him a hand?
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| 11; 02 April 1981 |
[02 Apr 12 @ 7:19am] |
[Beth]Awkward.
[PAT]I say fuck today, after the fun of decoding April Fools jokes; we temporarily strike and spend the entire day in Diagon over-indulging on wine and chicken wings.
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| 10; 30 March 1981 |
[30 Mar 12 @ 7:52am] |
[Private]Do these people not remember that we are in a time of war, in a place in our history where the government has chosen to invade privacy indiscriminately? Yes, effective, that the louder you yell the more attention you draw to yourself (as though Potter and his wife really need to be painting even larger bulls-eyes on their backs), but now you seem suspect, on top of, that is, making your youth and lack of restraint clear to everyone and their mother. Your running commentary seems obnoxious, playing to the tune of 'vigilante'. Not only are you announcing it to the Ministry of Magic, but to the rest of the wizarding world as well. Never even mind the majority of the conversation. Tara Travers is right; we are all bigots. We all have out differing beliefs, prejudices, preconceived notions. We all also seem to suffer from moral superiority complexes, and are of the opinion that we are right, point blank, no room for arguments.
Why is what has happened not been enough to make people determined to preserve their lives? The Dark Lord has shown His power, they've tested His mercy, and now... I sincerely do no think that the majority of the loud mouths like Potter and Black even minutely comprehend what a world in the Dark Lord's power means for them. There will be no rebelling. There will be no fighting back. When he decides you're dead... the majority of them are already dead, they just don't know it yet.
And Ashley. You idiot.
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| 009; 28 March 1981 |
[28 Mar 12 @ 7:36am] |
If you see me about the Ministry today and are curious as to why I'm sporting a glittery crown: Eloise drew me into her tea-partying ways this morning before breakfast and would only let me leave to go to work if I promised to wear this crown and stay in-character as Lady Flitzybottom for the entire day. Please address me as such if it helps keep up the illusion for you, but I can't promise to stick to a cockney accent without laughing, especially when I'm attempting to be serious in whatever capacity.
And no, she could not convince me on the ridiculously tight fitting, dancing-bear-patterned apron. A man has his standards.
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| 008; 19 March 1981 |
[19 Mar 12 @ 10:08pm] |
[Nathan, Victor, Ashley & Beth]I forgot yesterday was Mothering Sunday until Graham reminded me when I got home last night, and Femie's birthday kind of got lost in the shitstorm of work. I think I need to make it up to her pretty grandly, but I'm so damn tired right now I can barely remember how to untie my shoes. Help?
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| 007; 12 February 1981 |
[12 Feb 12 @ 8:59pm] |
Thanks for birthday wishes, all. I even remembered what day today was, how novel is that? Special thanks for the fantastic booze from my little sister, and my brother Ashley's lovely significant other. It's been a rather delicious evening.
[Beth]We need to talk. [Rodolphus]Evening. I have a few ideas concerning our mission for the Dark Lord, beginning with paying my idiot brother a visit early this week. I thought we might perhaps get together and discuss matters over a drink. [Femie]Any special requests for Tuesday, my love?
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| 006; 08 February 1981 |
[08 Feb 12 @ 11:49am] |
My birthday passed and I didn't even notice. My wife reminded me that it's the eighth and not the eighteenth and so my birthday hasn't actually passed, I am just getting old and apparently senile.
The twelfth is my birthday. I think. Is that right, Femie?
[PAT]With all this overtime, they should make the walls change colour or something, just so we don't get so bleeding sick of staring at the same damn thing all day long.
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