| 6 February, 1980 (around 3:30 pm) |
[06 Feb 2010|11:05am] |
[ entire entry is littered with smudges of something that doesn't quite resemble blood ]
YOU WERE RIGHT, PODMORE.
I KILLED HIM.
HE DESERVED TO DIE. HE WAS A HORRIBLE MAN.
I KILLED HER TOO, THAT BITCH FLORENCE. SHE DESERVED IT. AND YOU'LL NEVER FIND THE BODY. YOU'LL NEVER FIND HER.
NO LEAVE ME ALONE YOU'RE DEAD GO BURN IN HELL WITH YOUR HALFBREED ABOMINATION
AND TAKE HER WITH YOU! SHE IS FINALLY DEAD AND CANNOT TRY TO RUN MY LIFE ANY LONGER.
( Sloppily Warded to Marissa Avery: Xavier Avery can read, as well. )
EVERYTHING I DO HAS BEEN FOR OUR LORD. LONG LIVE VOLDE-
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| 2 February, 1980 |
[02 Feb 2010|07:51pm] |
( Warded Private. )
My deepest condolences to those who lost loved ones during the tragic happenings of the full moon. Having tragically lost both my father and my husband, I understand all too well how horrible it is to have a loved one so brutally torn away from you.
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| 31 December, 1979 |
[31 Dec 2009|02:06am] |
( Warded Private. )
It is admittedly a bit hard to believe that tomorrow, it will not only be a new year but also a new decade. I do hope that 1980 brings far better tidings than 1979 has brought, as well as the 80s better than the 70s.
Christmas was lovely, and I do hope that everyone else's was lovely, as well. It is hard to believe that this was our fifth Christmas without Father. I still miss him terribly, of course, but Mr Jugson has been kind enough to treat me as if I were his own daughter these past two Christmases.
( Warded to Barty. )
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| 16 December, 1979 |
[16 Dec 2009|03:53pm] |
( Warded to Death Eaters. )
( Warded to Mr Nott. )
( Warded Private. )
I must believe that the Ministry would only act in the best interests of the public's safety in granting thse privileges to the Aurors, though I do hope that they are never required to use such curses.
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| 29 November, 1979 |
[29 Nov 2009|11:49pm] |
( Warded Private. )
I know that talking about the ID cards seems to have become quite passé, passed over in favour of talk of Christmas, but having just received mine the other day, I thought I ought to weigh in on the topic. I believe they are an excellent idea, and hopefully will assist in identifying victims of horrible crimes when nobody is in the immediate area. I suppose, in that way, my Tobias was lucky-- scribble scribble
But on the more delightful topic of Christmas, I must admit that I am looking forward to the holiday. Is it positively silly of me to want to spoil my little kitten, because I have no husband or children to spoil? I'll spoil him, all right
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| 24 October, 1979 |
[24 Oct 2009|09:11am] |
( Warded to Patrice Nott. )
My costume for the masquerade is nearly done. I have one more fitting this afternoon, and then I shall be fully prepared for next Saturday. I am quite looking forward to the ball.
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| 21 October, 1979 |
[21 Oct 2009|02:51pm] |
That poor little girl. My deepest condolences to her family. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a child.
( Warded Private. )
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| 8 October, 1979 (around 12:40 pm) |
[08 Oct 2009|12:21pm] |
Oh, I do hope I am simply being a worrier, but, well. Mother simply insisted that I visit her this evening, once Alexander is done at the shoppe, and I can hardly refuse such a request from my own mother. Unfortunately, I had plans to meet Florence Corner for tea this evening after she got off work, so I asked her this morning if she would mind terribly if we met for lunch instead. I'm horribly worried about her, because she mentioned having had a horrible week last week, and I had thought we were both looking forward to the chance to catch up. She really is a dear friend, after all.
But she is never late to lunch, not like this. She ought to have been here close to noon, and now it is nearly one, and I have not heard from her.
Florence, darling, if you are reading this, please comfort me that I am simply worrying far too much and you were held up at the hospital, and I will feel much, much better.
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| 8 October, 1979 |
[08 Oct 2009|10:45am] |
Warded to Florence
Oh, darling, you'll forgive me, won't you? Something has come up this evening, and I was so looking forward to our tea. I know this is terribly last minute of me, but could I convince you to come to the Manor for lunch, instead? Please say you will, I have missed you terribly, darling.
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| 1 October, 1979 |
[01 Oct 2009|12:06pm] |
I have finally decided upon a name for my kitten. I could hardly call him "here Kitty" and "here Boy!" forever, after all. And such a noble little creature deserved a noble, honest, hard-working name.
My mother-in-law and I were having tea yesterday when the kitten wandered into the room, and she mentioned that Tobias always loved kittens because they are so sweet and innocent. It is times like that when I truly realise how much I missed out on. Tobias and I hardly knew each other when we were married, we were still learning everything about each other. And then ...
Well. Because Tobias was so fond of cats, I have decided to name the kitten after him. Now, even if my mother insists upon my marrying again, I will always have a little piece of Tobias to carry with me.
I am also truly sorry for what happened to the library. As important as the future is, the past and our history are equally important. I do hope nobody was injured. It was late at night, though, wasn't it? At least, if somebody had to vandalise a library, they did it when it was closed, so that innocent civilians would not be harmed.
( Warded Private. )
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| 6 September, 1979 |
[06 Sep 2009|07:39pm] |
As a gift to while away the time as I was taking it easy this past week, Alexander bought me a kitten. He is quite adorable and very curious. I have yet to name him, as I am incapable of coming up with a name worthy of such a handsome little cat. He did keep me company quite well, as I rested my ankle. I was visiting my mother and missed a step, twisting my ankle. It was nothing that required a healer, just a little twist, but mother insisted that I remain there and rest. Naturally, before long, I felt well enough to return home, but then I came down with a dreadful cold. But now I am much better and have returned home, with the kitten in tow.
Unfortunately, I had left my journal here when I went to visit my mother, so all I knew of the tragedy that occurred on the first came from either the Wireless or the Prophet. My deepest sympathies to all who were touched by the tragedy. How awful, for these monsters to attack a place full of innocent children and muggles. I realise that it has already been nearly a week, but if anybody requires assistance with anything, I would be most happy to do whatever I can.
( Warded to Death Eaters. )
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| 24 August, 1979 |
[24 Aug 2009|07:59pm] |
I must confess to a bit of a self-imposed exile this past week. My wedding anniversary was on the 18th, followed immediately by a day in which I prefer to be left entirely alone, that of my husband's death. This year marked the two-year anniversary. By now, I would have hoped for at least one child, an heir to my husband's family, but instead, society has dictated that my official mourning period has ended. I normally do not question society's rules and dictates, but I cannot understand why I am to stop mourning my husband's death simply because two years have passed. It was a terrible, horrifying experience, and I still miss him dearly, despite (or perhaps because of) the short amount of time we had together.
I wholly understand that as a society woman, it is my duty to get married and provide my husband with an heir. And yet ... and yet I had always thought I would only marry once. And then when Tobias died, I simply could not imagine replacing him. Or I thought I would at least have more time.
My mother joined me for tea this afternoon and informed me that she would begin the search for a new suitor for me, that it is disgraceful and shameful that I remain so useless for much longer.
And so, I am twenty years old, widowed for two years, and about to be passed along as though my heartbreak means nothing.
( Warded Private. )
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| 12 August, 1979 |
[12 Aug 2009|01:34am] |
( Warded Private. )
( Warded to Barty. )
I find myself wondering if there is anywhere or anyone that is truly safe from these monsters. Alexander told me that he heard around Diagon that the latest murder was an old muggle woman, and that is positively horrible. Every time I hear about more of these attacks, I cannot help but wonder if my husband's murderer was one of these "Death Eaters," though he certainly did not leave that dreadful mark in the sky afterwards. Perhaps he was scared off by the staff of the bed and breakfast in too much of a haste to cast the mark ... every day I live in fear that perhaps he would have killed me, as well, had they not arrived.
It is positively chilling to think of, and I feel weak just recalling that horrible morning and the days that followed. My prayers to the deceased's loved ones, may you have an easier time than I did.
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| 4 August, 1979 |
[04 Aug 2009|11:10pm] |
( Warded to Death Eaters. )
It is utterly heart-rending to open my journal and read that the Dark Mark was seen in the sky. I must admit to some selfishness: my first fear was that it was one of my brothers. I must be rather predictable, however, because almost as soon as the thought entered my mind, both of them came to visit me at the manor and assure me that they are quite well and have not been murdered in cold blood as my husband was, not quite two years ago. I do feel absolutely horrible for the family of whoever the Mark was for. I would never wish the pain I felt at my husband's murder upon anyone else, it is truly a devastating thing to lose one so near and dear to you.
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| 19 July, 1979 |
[19 Jul 2009|11:15pm] |
[ Warded to Death Eaters. ]
Well, that was fun. Destruction always cheers me up. Too bad none of the beasts died.
[ End Ward. ]
I do hope nobody was too terribly injured this afternoon. I've only just recently heard the news, and it is just horrible. Fighting in Diagon Alley ... what has the world come to?
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