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 I WILL BE HONORED BEYOND ALL OTHER DEATH EATERS I WILL BE HIS DEAREST, HIS CLOSEST SUPPORTER... ( CLOSER THAN A SON ) |
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| 012. |
[07 May 2012|09:42pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE
It's odd watching people grieve. Flipping through these journals I am reminded how ignorant people are. The "threat" of the Death Eaters and Voldemort is no longer a threat, it's a reality. Do people think we are not serious? That we're merely bluffing about our views of Blood Purity and purging the world of all things that pollute our magic?
Catherine Fenwick deserved to die. She wasn't worth being killed by our hands, so we left her to the beasts. She deserved to die for a great many reasons, one being her blood, and two being for the stupid people who consistently speak out regardless of the warnings The Dark Lord has so generously given. Do they not realize His power? Do they not understand His resolve? Don't act so shocked, you fools. There's a reason why we call him Our Dark Lord.
He looks upon His younger followers and I almost hear him thinking: "How many of you are like Wilkes and Black?" Not I, my Lord. I've always been far more devoted than the pair of them. But what does He see in me? Am I just another liability because of my youth?
Liability. I'm used to being that, thanks to father. I wish I could have been there to see vampires shredding the people in his precious department. His family outside of his 'real' family. Well I found one of those too.
Speaking of, I hope we have another meeting soon. I hope He brings lemon squares. Winky's just aren't the same.
Do you think that your House in Hogwarts helped shape the person you've become? Also, if you think about it, how much did it stunt you? I've heard plenty of Gryffindors over the years say, "Well I have to be reckless and brave. I'm a Gryffindor." Or Slytherins say, "Shouldn't I be excused from punishment because I was at least creatively cunning about it?" I honestly never understood that aspect of Hogwarts. I felt as though the Houses created more animosity toward students than camaraderie, and then it made you a stereotype. If you didn't meet that stereotype, you were looked at strangely.
Simply something that was on my mind today. School's on the brain and I do miss it sometimes. Not quite the work aspect of it all, but Quidditch, food in the Great Hall, playing chess with the Bloody Baron...the frivolous things. Work is mundane.
So, do you think once it gets warmer we can look into having Flip-Flops Fridays in the DMLE? Perhaps Margarita Mondays? Or maybe...Tie dye Thursdays?
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[07 Mar 2012|01:19am] |
I'm really glad everyone likes imagining everyone else naked. This shouldn't make things at all awkward.
Maybe Sensitivity Training has strange LIBERATING effects!
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[02 Mar 2012|10:40pm] |
Heather (I think she works in HR? It's terrible that I don't know this) brought in her 3-year-old son today. I think she's in-between sitters or something, but the little tyke was running all over the place and was specifically attracted to my desk! The thing is, I know I seem disorganized...technically to most people (including my father) I am disorganized, but I swear -- the way I live, it's "organized chaos". So even though I have half-empty inkwells sitting on my desk, and there's parchment everywhere, perhaps a book or two askew -- I know where everything is, no matter what.
Heather's little tyke -- we'll call him "Giggles" (since that's all he did was giggle all day), saw my desk and decided to play while I was out to lunch. Normally I wouldn't mind, but there were some reasonably important forms that I had to file. So DMLE, I do apologize, but if you do go looking for them at a later date, they might have drawn on them some stick figures of Heather's family, maybe a couple of suns, a few cats, swirly...things(?)...I think he decided to gnaw on one of the forms? So maybe some dried saliva too.
Wow, children! I don't even know how some people can have so many. What's your secret to having kids and maintaining your sanity? Is there even a secret, or is it a trial-by-trial basis?
...If you're reading this and thinking about telling my mother that I'm interested in having children...please don't. Not quite yet, at least! I'm just curious.
( Warded Private )
WARDED TO DOLOHOV
Any news about the wedding, sir?
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| 009. |
[14 Feb 2012|11:31pm] |
( Warded Private )
WARDED TO FATHER
Dinner on Friday sounds lovely!
Under a few conditions: I want to talk PROMOTION. I don't want mother there. And I want to pick the restaurant. Bully?
WARDED TO DOLOHOV
Portkey.
Terribly sorry to everyone who was affected by the attacks. I hope everyone managed to have a good holiday regardless. Always remember that you don't have to wait for a holiday to tell someone you love them, whether it be a family member or friend.
That being said, I should tell my mother I love her more often.
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[06 Feb 2012|03:18am] |
( Warded Private )
The DMLE is working so hard to provide safety to all. If you see an employee of the DMLE, or you have a friend who works there, make sure to shake their hand at some point this week. I personally feel they don't get nearly enough appreciation. I watch them from my little corner while I'm filing papers (an intern specialty), and they are all so organized and thorough, even during a crisis...or two...or three.
We're all in very good hands.
But hey, does anyone want to donate to the DMLE Coffee Fund? It's not an official "Friends of the DMLE" project, although I wish I'd brought it up in the last meeting. We go through coffee here like it's oxygen. Sometimes we run out, and sometimes SOMEONE gets the wrong kind. I still don't know who yet and if I find out I'll. Ah, well. It's only slightly frustrating.
Anyway, sometimes I feel as though I'm not doing enough to help, so I figure I'll be in charge of the extra supplies of coffee. It's the least I can do. And if It's a stupid idea, you lot can tell me to shut up.
WARDED TO HAZEL
Forgive the late-night ward, but I couldn't help but notice the mess your sister caused. Is everything all right?
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS (MINUS JAMIE)
Would it be possible to perhaps bring up the notion to our Dark Lord of a surprise attack on Frank and Alice Longbottom at the Gibbon/Harper wedding? Because they will most assuredly be there, being that Alice is Moira's sister.
Just a thought.
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[31 Jan 2012|10:38pm] |
WARDED PRIVATE
This is it. My time has come.
Mother, don't wait up for me. I'll be coming home late tonight, with blood on my hands -- like after painting, Muggle corpses as my canvas.
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[25 Jan 2012|06:39pm] |
This is just terrible. All I really wanted to do was tune into my regular broadcast of "Living with Laney", but instead we got a broadcast from terrorists...again!
Now I won't ever know if she snogged her co-worker Gerald on that Cursebreaking mission. What a complete and total waste.
I hope the WWN gets everything sorted sooner rather than later. Threats like that are very worrisome these days -- especially now within the privacy of our own homes.
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
A commendable chat, but I'm certain you gentlemen didn't need me to express such.
Will we, personally, need to watch those who are mentioned? Monitor them carefully? I would be more than willing as I have plenty of time to spare at "work" to peruse these journals.
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[18 Jan 2012|03:01am] |
WARDED PRIVATE
Travers and Jugson are idiots. They reflect poorly on the younger generation Death Eaters. I can't wait to see if the Dark Lord makes an example out of them.
Mother told father tonight at dinner that I brought home a girl the other night. Oh, boy! A real live girl! Father seemed shocked, because, you see, I'm incapable of everything including (but not limited to) WOOING THE OPPOSITE SEX.
That, or he thinks I'm a homosexual.
No, father. That's not one of the MANY things I repress. Although, from the look of mother even when she was younger, it's probably one of the many demons you have.
WARDED TO EVA
Hello. My mother didn't scare you too badly, did she? Oh boy, I was just waiting for her to pull out the baby photos, but for some ungodly reason she behaved herself. Maybe she liked you enough to spare you the torture.
It's just terrible. I am totally underwhelmed by Fontana's. Their Chicken Milanese was mediocre at best, mother's cappuccino was cold, and the server apparently did not hear that my father was allergic to eggplant.
Oh, yes. He got an earful. AND a 10% tip. See if the Crouches go back there to eat on a weekday.
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[13 Jan 2012|09:58pm] |
WARDED TO THE INNER CIRCLE
It's done.
Clear to proceed with Wireless Broadcast tomorrow.
WARDED TO CASSIUS TRAVERS
And let us hope for our lives that the signal holds out. Otherwise, I'm blaming you.
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[09 Jan 2012|09:13pm] |
WARDED TO EVA PROUDFOOT
I haven't forgotten, you know. I've learned how to make a mongoose-shaped origami and a giraffe too, in my spare time while filing papers.
I don't know why I thought this might impress you.
Would you...like to come over, perhaps? After work? Winky makes excellent pot roast, and mother would like the company.
As would I, actually.
( Warded Private )
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[07 Jan 2012|01:50pm] |
So much snow! So cold. Even though I have lived in Britain my entire life, I don't think I will ever get used to the dampness.
Are there still protesters outside? If there are, keep warm! Keep warm. Don't want any sort of illness going around.
Winky made me a pair of mittens. I didn't need them, so I gave them to Deidre. She's getting a divorce and seems too depressed to function. It was the absolute least I could do to try to cheer her up.
( Warded Private )
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[05 Jan 2012|08:03pm] |
I was never allowed many pets as a child. The house elves were intended to be my pets, and that was final. But one day, I went to the Magical Menagerie when I was but 13-years-old, and I defied my father and bought myself a pet snake.
It was the smallest of the bunch. It's black and scaly, and I would get particular joy every time it stuck out its tongue. It was as though it was being a petulant child, going "Nyah, nyah!" as you will.
Anyway, I brought it home, and mother gave me this warning look but she didn't say a word. I had two days with the animal. I particularly enjoyed feeding it mice. It wasn't because I enjoyed watching the poor, small creatures be slowly devoured, but it was the artful way in which the snake performed its ritual that intrigued me. They slowly coil around the creature, suffocate it, and then swallow it whole. I know. Gross, but cool. If you're a bloke, you probably understand.
Father didn't come home until late two days later. He was out working very hard, like he usually is. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to keep the snake. I had to take it back to the Magical Menagerie.
I didn't mind taking it back. What, was I to be rewarded with a prize when I had deliberately disobeyed my father's wishes? I was too young to own a pet anyway, other than an owl, and a snake would only distract me. I think though, once I save up enough money at this job to live on my own, the first thing I will do is get a pet. It'll be representative of my independence as a man! Hah.
Although this story sounds absurd to most, the thought of having my own flat with a pet of some sort in the near future allowed me to finish ten reports today, and I only have six to finish tomorrow. Deidre was impressed with my diligence. I should keep it up.
WARDED TO DEATH EATERS
Restless.
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[01 Jan 2012|06:37pm] |
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Death Eaters )
I go back to work tomorrow. I can't imagine what life would be like if I didn't have this job. Working at the Ministry has truly opened my eyes as to what possibilities might arise in my future. I have discovered I am a master paper-filer, and I am much more organized than my father thinks I am. I have also become quite skilled in the art of paper origami, in which I tend to fold most of my office memos in. It's really quite fun, I do enjoy myself. Betsy often asks me if I am enjoying myself, and I have to assure her that I am. Truly.
There is nothing more that I would rather do than work near my father and understand what exactly he does with all of his time. There are rumours that he might become Minister of Magic within the next couple of years due to having been so proficient with Death Eater capture. I, for one, am amazed with his ability to sniff out the perpetrators.
If he does become Minister of Magic, I know mother will be quite proud. Quite proud, indeed.
In other news, I received a new quill on Christmas. I would have asked for tickets to the next Quidditch game, had Quidditch not disbanded completely. The Wimbourne Wasps would have been playing soon, and I would have been hoping for a better season than last. It's a pity.
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