| 5 november; hail to the sunlight |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|05:04 pm] |
[Rabastan]
When next do you fight, Rabastan? And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. |
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| 1 november; you'll not feel the drowning |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|12:00 pm] |
I believe in Britain's ability to rise from tragedy as a more powerful creature. Tragedy - just as fire - is refining. Our losses notwithstanding, we will emerge victorious upon the other side.
[Warded to Rodolphus and Rabastan]
Did you notice the inherent lack of subtlety in the Ministry designed masks? Our larger opponent wore the same as did John Dawlish who is, as has been thusfar wailed, the Noblest Auror of Them All. Interesting, then.
I would wonder, additionally, if there were any civilian opponents who fought our people who were far more skilled than they had the right to be. I would furthermore wonder if those individuals were in some way connected to the Prewetts and the Meadowes mouse we met at the Library.
[Warded Private]
The Dark Lord was glorious. Far more glorious than his laughable Inner Circle full of preening men who are no better than peacocks. I am thankful that He saw fit to appear before us. If, however, people construe His presence as a frightful or disgusting thing I will be hard pressed to keep my mouth shut about it. In Him lies the true power and leadership Britain needs. |
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| 30 september; part ii |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|06:35 pm] |
[Warded to Death Eaters]
Rodolphus and I were successful in our quest to do the Dark Lord's will. We did, obviously, run into some interesting roadblocks.
Gideon and Fabian Prewett, namely, and one extremely mousy young lady who I have seen at the Ministry. (Barty - extremely mousy brunette often in company of the Prewetts?) They had no reason to be at that library after hours beyond guarding what we were going after.
I can only think that they are working independent of Aurors and wonder how, indeed, they knew to be waiting for us. |
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| 30 september; the hazards of love |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|01:42 pm] |
[Celeste, Rabastan]
We're fine, thank you for asking.
[Celeste]
If your brother has not awoken in his right senses by this evening, I need you to sit with him while I do a little business.
[Rodolphus]
You can read this when you wake up, you great oaf, if I haven't crossed it out. But you'd better wake up. Sorry I hit you in the face I'm meeting Nott tonight to take the shield to the Dark Lord. |
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| 21 september; by hook or by crook |
[Sep. 21st, 2009|06:33 pm] |
[Lucius]
Gryffindor's armour, indeed. What have you got?
( Rabastan, Rodolphus ) |
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| 1 september; for i am not the one |
[Sep. 2nd, 2009|01:51 am] |
[Narcissa.]
Are you alright? What about Regulus and Lucius?
[Celeste and Rodolphus.]
Celeste, where are you?
[Private.]
Three dead. At least three. He must be proud. He must sense my devotion. |
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| 28 august; set fire to foundation |
[Aug. 29th, 2009|09:57 pm] |
I find fiendish delight in living outside of London. The cramped streets, the people that I recognise ...
I much prefer to hear the rush of the ocean from my bedroom. I enjoy waking to see my horses grazing in the fields. It would be too soon if I ever saw another motor car in my damn life.
[Private.]
I am not a boor.
I know what they think of me. I know. Despite the family's decision, despite Sirius's perpetual bad behaviour, they would prefer I remain mute like Narcissa. They think I cannot. Perhaps I can't
But I cannot bear it. The flagrant disregard for tradition, he spits in the face of the Noble House of Black. Every breath he breathes is an offense to me.
... and they fear Moody? True, he is an Auror of surpassing skill, but the Dark Lord would never let us be so disgraced, especially when some of the very dark artefacts we possess are to aide him in his quest for power.
[Death Eaters.]
If any of you desire practise or think you can best me in a duel, then let us go to. |
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| 26 august; warded to regulus and narcissa. |
[Aug. 26th, 2009|12:14 am] |
This is what I plan to send to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement - please add your own statements and I will owl straightaway.
( Potential Owl to DMLE. ) |
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| two; west for the black setting sun |
[Aug. 19th, 2009|10:40 pm] |
My mare - the one whose sire belonged to Uncle Alphard Arcturus - has foaled and the baby is healthy, all knobbly knees and flicking tail. The mother is very protective. She will charge if anyone except me dares to open the stall door. We have already lost a House Elf An angry Andalusian horse - nigh 17 hands tall - is quite impressive.
Animals, at least, recognise blood ties. |
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| 6 august; the prettiest thistles |
[Aug. 6th, 2009|04:39 pm] |
Mourning is an entirely selfish past time. The dead do not look down on you from some high and lofty cloud. They are dead. They no longer exist. You cry, you beat your breasts and wear black for your own selves.
Perhaps the Minister should mind what little family he has left. |
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