| Private Entry, October 23rd |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|02:41 pm] |
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Things just grow more and more curious around Hogwarts.
Word from my Brother reached me literally moments after I had wished Lucius well as he left my doorstep. I was a bit worried when he showed up Tuesday evening, no advance notice. But I had invited for a drink when he was well, and he seemed more then well.
What he was tight lipped to reveal, Rabastan confirmed. He has taken Narcissa as his. He waited much longer then I would have myself. But I suppose a woman does ripen with age, and she was in need of a bit of an education. One I hope she puts to use when dealing with Malfoy.
I have also learned the curious news that Lucius has tasked one Cyrus Montague with being her protector. A job he obviously felt far beneath my own Brother's notice. Perhaps the slight went unnoticed to anyone by myself. I know, of course, of the history of Montague the elder, who currently resides on Azkaban. He was a notoriously vile man, but an effective agent under the employ of many a Dark wizard, perhaps my Father included. How his cur of a son warrants such a position, I shall not understand.
So I am to meet with him myself. Perhaps the promise of a few galleons in his pocket would be able to sway him into my employ... |
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[Dec. 6th, 2007|01:18 pm] |
PRIVATE ENTRY
MONDAY EVENING
After my little escapade on Saturday I certainly am lucky to have survived with my life. I managed to cross both Lucius and Rosalind, although I am convinced I more then made it up to the later. I am admittedly shocked to have found my news regarding Narcissa worthless. I had hoped to use it to gain some leverage.
And now there is the matter of Bellatrix. My beautiful, evil, and delicious Bella. I fear I cannot live without her, and I fear I cannot live with her. There is no doubt my concentration will slip and I will lose focus on my work for The Dark Lord. I have this very morning send her a key to my home. I am now wondering if it was too hasty a thing to do, in light of recent events. Only time will tell. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2007|08:13 pm] |
Late Tuesday Evening
[Private Entry]
I find myself in a very precarious spot. Rosalind is very very drunk, and no doubt laying on my bed waiting for me. I have no interest in taking advantage of her in such a state, so I am going to tarry here at my desk until I am certain she has passed out. Shouldn't bee too long, she finished off my bottle of brandy.
In the meantime I am replaying my evening with Narcissa over and over. She is more then meets the eye. And from what have learned, faithful to Our Lord, serving him honorably. I am really quite proud the child has grown up so well. I wonder how she will fair with Lucius from now on. She had such a school girl crush on him, and there is no way he could have possibly cared for her. To have the affections of such a woman and to do nothing with them, what a waste. I do hope I managed to break her of it, for her own good.
I await word from my Brother as to her spirits after I left her.
No doubt I will hear from Bellatrix soon, as well.
As I mentioned, the only excitment there is for us is that which we create ourselves. |
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[Nov. 11th, 2007|02:27 pm] |
Friday Evening
(Private to Friends and Family Only)
* Heavily Hexed *
I've made an appointment to take care of some business while in London tomorrow. I'm meeting with a Friend who works in the Ministry to peruse some interesting files she came across in her office. She seems to think they are worth while, I only hope I can find something that might help our Lord.
I do hope I am able to settle things early, I would like to spend some time with a friend. I might suggest we dine in private and then enjoy and evening out.
(Private to Rabastan)
Have you found out why that small bit of information was passed the way it was? I suspect she might be in his employ. If so we must find out why. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2007|09:31 pm] |
[Private to Friends and Death Eaters Only]
I bide my time in this room, sitting, waiting for the Dark Lord to call. Waiting to feel the deep burn of his summons.
I have no doubt he will reach out for me this very evening. There is rumor on the wind of a situation in London that requires my expertise. Lucius has apprised me of the facts and I only need wait.
Seems that waiting is what the Death Eaters do best these days. I doubt not the will and cunning of my Lord. Soon he tells me, there will come a time that we need not lie in wait, but we may pounce. We may let loose the retribution we seek against those willing to allow our proud world to be so, muddied.
But now, I wait. |
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