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[Dec. 8th, 2007|10:13 pm] |
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[Aug. 31st, 2007|08:54 am] |
I wish there were some sort of way to bring people that we miss here. I mean, the way that we all showed up here seems so haphazard, though I assume that the founders knew what they were doing.
Private to self and those who know about Meda being the daughter of Rabastan and Narcissa
None of this makes any sense. Did the founders just throw darts at a wall and pick us at random, or was there some system, some method to their madness? Why did they chose me and not Roddy? Why Narcissa at this age and not at a younger one? How on earth did I get lucky enough for Meda to be here when it appears that in many different realities she's not possible because I am rotting away in Azkaban for the rest of my life and Narcissa is still married to Lucius?
Trying to figure out how this all works makes my head hurt. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2007|11:59 pm] |
Why do some people think that if you don't understand a language, you are probably deaf and need to be spoken to in a very loud voice?
The common room is much nicer and more comfortable like it was at home now, thank you, Mrs B Miss Rosier.
Private to Meda
Did I do something?
/Private
Private to Cissa
What's wrong with Meda? And your mother, she's going to redecorate the whole castle, isn't she?
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[Aug. 19th, 2007|07:47 am] |
Private to self
I've found out who she is...at least, I THINK I have. Not everyone has such a distinctive little snore, that sound that's cute even though logically I know snoring should NOT be called cute. But it is. They fell asleep last night with me reading to them, and then I heard that sound--from BOTH of them--and I...I knew.
Cissa. Meda' mum is Cissa. If I were thinking with half a brain I should have figured it out long before now, I mean, her name IS Meda, after all, Cissa's sister, the one she has never really gotten over "losing" is Andromeda.
So what to do? Do I tell her? What if she reacts badly and has no wish to see me? What if she finds the thought that Lucius will likely die in the future an unhappy prospect? What if she has no interest in me THAT way and it comes to harm our own relationship now, what if..
I need to talk to Meda. She will know what to do.
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Private to Meda
We need to speak privately when you wake. Please come and see me as soon as you can but don't tell anyone, not even your Mum Cissa.
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[Aug. 12th, 2007|10:07 pm] |
If anyone has seen Meda Lestrange since yesterday, I would sincerely appreciate any information on her whereabouts. I've not got much here, but should you find her before I do, you can have whatever you wish...
I just need her found. I need to know that she's safe.
Private to Sirius Black
You, sir, are dead. Whenever she's safe and I have time to worry on something other than that, I swear to you I will hunt you down and make you wish that you had never spoken to her in such a manner. I can't see your words, because you're a coward and you hid them, but I know they must have been truly horrendous to make her so upset. If you want things to go easier on you (though believe me, Black, there's no getting out of this now) you will write her an apology and pray that she has her journal with her to see it.
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Private to Meda
Sweetheart...wherever you are, I need you to come back. I searched the forest all night last night, Cissa practically had to drag me home. I'm starting to get really worried. I need you to be alright.
/Private
Private to Cissa
Gods, Cissa...what am I going to do? I want to go home. I want to go home where she's not dead.
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Private to self
She's dead. She wasn't anywhere in the forest and she's dead. I don't know where else she could be were she not half eaten by some beast in the forest or drowned in some body of water or...
I'm going to kill him. Black. I'm going to kill him and show him how very WRONG he was. |
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| Private to Cissa |
[Aug. 11th, 2007|12:22 am] |
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How is it that you know my daughter so much better than I do? What is this story you're talking about? |
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| Private to Meda |
[Aug. 3rd, 2007|04:46 am] |
I swore to you like a Lestrange that I make certain you were born, not be an ass.
I'm sorry for being so distant since you told me. I shouldn't have locked myself away the way I did, but I've been...ill. Not ill with whatever is striking everyone else just disgusted with what I have to look forward to just a bit weak.
I hope you've not lost all faith in me. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2007|01:34 pm] |
I think my apathy for these classes may just kill me. Is such a thing possible? If so I have a terminal case.
Private to Cissa
Another thing to add to the list of reasons why I fail as a father (and likely SHOULD wait until I'm about to croak to have children? I was rereading my journal and I found that I completely ignored Meda when she said that she wanted to play Quidditch with me and that someone told her no. Could you please try to make us a set of Quidditch equipment? I would like to make it up to her.
Private to Meda
Is your father capable of reading? Because I unfortunately am not. I was rereading my journal and I caught something that I missed, about you wanting to play Quidditch with me. Still up to it? |
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[Jul. 20th, 2007|03:05 am] |
I hate this. I want to go home, where things make sense...
And then I don't.
How is it possible to not be "home" in either the time period I grew up in or here?
Private to self
Gods, I can't imagine being in her position right now. For all my talk of wanting to find family here, I don't know what I would do in her position. Would I be thankful for finding a son, or more appalled at my child's other parent? Merlin...Lucius Bloody Malfoy. It can't be true, it just cannot be. Perhaps this Draco is not her son at all, but another Narcissa's from another world and Narcissa will be free to marry who she wishes.
How on earth am I supposed to handle this? Do I find her, do I give her her space? Do I try to do something to change it? |
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[Jul. 11th, 2007|07:50 am] |
While I was never the best student in school (after all, there were always more interesting things to do) I never feared that I would fail. I fear for that now. I want to go back...back where classes make sense and are still taught in the language that I speak.
Private to self
What the hell's the matter with Narcissa? She looked terrible today. I don't mean that in a bad way, that she looked ill kempt or anything, but just that she looked so sad and fragile. I could almost imagine that I could see through her skin she was so pale, and she looked...distracted. Does she hate it here that much, or is something else going on?
I wonder if she's found out something bad about her future. Hell, I would want to know what's giong to happen to me, but it doesn't mean I'd be doing cartwheels about it if I thought I was going to turn out poorly.
Why does nothing make sense anymore?
Private to Cissa
You alright? You looked sort of...tired today. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2007|11:39 pm] |
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What in the hell is going on?
Journal? She gives me a journal? Is this supposed to tell me what's going on?
Where am I?
Journal, are you listening? SPEAK.
How on earth did I manage this one? |
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