| All for Nott |
[13 Sep 2009|01:11am] |
[spell-locked, encrypted, and written in magic ink — Theodore only]
It’s official, as of the first of September. I have successfully completed my second year of Auror training and begun my third.
With everything else going on, I almost forgot. If Auror Proudfoot hadn’t reminded me, I would have. After all that paperwork, the endless dueling, the mind-numbing exams, putting up with all the shit around the MLE.
It’s difficult to concentrate on work.
Of all the prisoners to release from Azkaban, why Lestrange and Greyback? Their crimes were much more serious than that of others. My father’s, for example. He would be a better candidate for reformation. He must not be as useful to those in charge of the program.
I have dreams about Father returning home and wake up with the feeling there is a noose around my neck. He has no place to go but Notting Place. No one to turn to save me.
I wonder how long he would last out here. Not just wandless, but no magic at all. That potion would cripple him. How long would it take him to drink himself to death?
I suppose the question is, will he survive any longer inside Azkaban?
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| The Nott Bastille |
[22 Aug 2009|10:24pm] |
[spell-locked, encrypted, and written in magic ink — Theodore only]
Another Saturday night. Nowhere to go. No one for company. Only these old, mildewed walls. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t blast them to the ground. Start over. Build something new. Or leave nothing but a heap of stones, walk away from it all, and truly start over, in Russia or Japan.
I don’t know why I’m so maudlin.
No, I do. It’s been two weeks, and I still find myself thinking of father. He’s wasting away in Azkaban. All the weight he regained while Voldemort was in power is gone, and more. He looks like death. If I could sneak some Firewhisky inside for him, I would. Maybe then he would have the will to live.
It’s that place. Even with the Dementors gone, I can still feel their shadow there.
I don’t know why I feel responsible for him. He never shared such sentiment for me.
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| Hexes and jinxes |
[05 Aug 2009|08:46am] |
[spell-locked, encrypted, and written in magic ink — Theodore only]
I was concerned I might be reprimanded for being too rough with him, but judging by his journal, he likes being blasted.
Not only is he a pervert, but a masochistic imbecile.
I do need the hours. And the practice. There are more spells I want to try. He might be more open-minded about some of them than Auror Proudfoot.
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| Locked away |
[30 Jul 2009|08:46am] |
[spell-locked and encrypted to Gregory]
Gregory,
I’m planning to go to Azkaban on Saturday to visit my father.
You should come with me. I think your father would appreciate it.
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| This snake bites |
[18 Jul 2009|12:56am] |
[spell-locked to Slytherins]
If I spoke to Muggle-borns the way some around the MLE speak to me, I would be kicked out of Auror training without a hearing.
And if I say one thing to defend myself or our way of life, I’m violating their rights, their delicate feelings. Pure-bloods apparently have no rights or protections in this day and age.
I’m sure many of you have experienced the same thing.
[spell-locked, encrypted, and written in magic ink — Theodore only]
Parks shoved me on the stairs. If I hadn’t seen his shadow, I would have gone head-first down the stairs. What was it he called me? A fucking stuck-up inbred crawling snake. I believe he’s still upset that I projected his snide remarks about my ancestry during our last practice duel into the MLE offices Monday. All he received was a verbal reprimand.
At least Proudfoot won’t assign me to practice with him again.
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