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Organising Thoughts ...
Nov. 2nd, 2008 02:37 amIt is dizzying to think that another week has flown and I have not had a moment to post. Hogwarts twice in a fortnight - that alone makes the time feel longer than its actual span. Every trip to that castle lately seems fraught with drama.
Well, to-day was pleasant enough to make up for the tribulation of the last seven days altogether. We did not arrive home until very late, Narcissa wishing by turns to stay the night so as to be nearer to Draco and then to remove him at once back to the Manor. I managed to convince her that, the danger being passed, there was no need to so disrupt him.
(Though to that point, Draco, you know I can only echo your mother in her concern for both you and Harry - your success had more to do with luck than skill. It was a reckless and needless risk to all your lives. You gave us both quite a turn.)
As I say, we arrived home much later than planned and yet too agitated to go straight to sleep. I called for sherry and sat with Narcissa until she felt able to retire.
So we were also quite late to rise this morning (yesterday morning, I should say), but I daresay she was grateful for the opportunity to lie in. Judging from the reaction since her waking, my plans for the day have been received very amiably - from the roses with her breakfast tray to the trinket I arranged to have delivered - despite her disappointment at Regulus's imminent departure. I confess I was more than happy to play the dutiful thrall for the day to my lady's every whim. Supper at Claridge's and then drinks and dancing at the club. I've just a few minutes ago left her sleeping. Her hair in moonlight - still looks like a unicorn's it's that breathtaking ....
I should have been willing to set aside all other cares for the day, at any rate, but to-day was particularly diverting owing to the timing. Friday (and the events leading up to it) had been so beastly, it was doubly a treat to ignore all other obligations for a few hours. Duty overtakes even the most enchanting afternoon, however, and one must recall the atrocious along with the delightful.
The traitor Sirius Black has seen fit to cast his pall over England, it seems, whenever he takes the notion. It wasn't enough to invade the journals yet again, but somehow he convinced a follower to entice that bloody troll into the school in the first place. There's no accounting for the lives he put in danger - which presumably was the point. Our Lord Protector could have easily withstood the attempt on His life by His magic alone, even without so many of His loyal followers there to protect him. Harry Marvolo, on the other hand, cannot claim any such power yet.It's unclear exactly what he was thinking or why, but he led several of his friends into going after the creature themselves. Luckily they managed to dispatch the threat through a combination of simple spells and - need I say it - sheer good fortune.
How Black managed it remains a mystery. I suspect Bella is itching to wrap up her current investigation in order to get on to ending her former cousin's burgeoning career as a public enemy. The Lord Protector as well has decreed Black wanted dead or alive, slight preference for the former. I cannot credit that any man could so deliberately and flauntingly agitate his rightful Lord and expect to live very long.
Speaking of deliberate agitation ... I grow very concerned about Pansy's health. I spoke with her Friday, as I had planned, but initially it did not proceed according to plan. She even dared to insult - No. I shall not write it. I had rather forget the words were ever spoken. My spell left me so quickly I wasn't even aware my wand had moved until I saw her raise her hand to her cheek. I cannot regret the discipline; she has proven how sorely it is needed. But I wish she had not provoked me so.
The incident seemed to have one fortunate side-effect, however: I believe that her shock (which fair to say rivaled my own, that she would even think such a thing, let alone say it) jolted her into realising just how grievous her offences were. All the more so for being prompted by such a minor triviality.
It turned out, or so I thought, to be a simple misunderstanding - a little trifling matter of mistaken belief in the origin of certain pieces of music she heard and admired, thinking them of Muggle derivation. Cause discovered meant problem easily fixed, or so I thought! Within a few moments she grew contrite and suitably conciliatory. Although I was then satisfied that the outcome would mitigate itself with time and distance, it seems that the lesson barely sank in before she began again with her insolence and ingratitude. From what I gather through the journals she is still walking on very thin ice indeed.
Then her posts, especially yesterday morning's. I fear she may not be well. If someone has been tampering with her thoughts or her will, inciting her to wickedness, I mean to discover who. For all I know, Black and his band of renegades have stooped so low as to reach into the very minds of our children with the intent to Confund them. Meanwhile, until I know what has caused her sudden oddness, it may be necessary to intervene for Pansy's well-being in a more direct manner than I prefer.
Time enough, I suppose, to decide on a course of action when the need presents itself. For now, it grows exceedingly late. I must follow my angel's example and seek my bed.
Well, to-day was pleasant enough to make up for the tribulation of the last seven days altogether. We did not arrive home until very late, Narcissa wishing by turns to stay the night so as to be nearer to Draco and then to remove him at once back to the Manor. I managed to convince her that, the danger being passed, there was no need to so disrupt him.
(Though to that point, Draco, you know I can only echo your mother in her concern for both you and Harry - your success had more to do with luck than skill. It was a reckless and needless risk to all your lives. You gave us both quite a turn.)
As I say, we arrived home much later than planned and yet too agitated to go straight to sleep. I called for sherry and sat with Narcissa until she felt able to retire.
So we were also quite late to rise this morning (yesterday morning, I should say), but I daresay she was grateful for the opportunity to lie in. Judging from the reaction since her waking, my plans for the day have been received very amiably - from the roses with her breakfast tray to the trinket I arranged to have delivered - despite her disappointment at Regulus's imminent departure. I confess I was more than happy to play the dutiful thrall for the day to my lady's every whim. Supper at Claridge's and then drinks and dancing at the club. I've just a few minutes ago left her sleeping. Her hair in moonlight - still looks like a unicorn's it's that breathtaking ....
I should have been willing to set aside all other cares for the day, at any rate, but to-day was particularly diverting owing to the timing. Friday (and the events leading up to it) had been so beastly, it was doubly a treat to ignore all other obligations for a few hours. Duty overtakes even the most enchanting afternoon, however, and one must recall the atrocious along with the delightful.
The traitor Sirius Black has seen fit to cast his pall over England, it seems, whenever he takes the notion. It wasn't enough to invade the journals yet again, but somehow he convinced a follower to entice that bloody troll into the school in the first place. There's no accounting for the lives he put in danger - which presumably was the point. Our Lord Protector could have easily withstood the attempt on His life by His magic alone, even without so many of His loyal followers there to protect him. Harry Marvolo, on the other hand, cannot claim any such power yet.
How Black managed it remains a mystery. I suspect Bella is itching to wrap up her current investigation in order to get on to ending her former cousin's burgeoning career as a public enemy. The Lord Protector as well has decreed Black wanted dead or alive, slight preference for the former. I cannot credit that any man could so deliberately and flauntingly agitate his rightful Lord and expect to live very long.
Speaking of deliberate agitation ... I grow very concerned about Pansy's health. I spoke with her Friday, as I had planned, but initially it did not proceed according to plan. She even dared to insult - No. I shall not write it. I had rather forget the words were ever spoken. My spell left me so quickly I wasn't even aware my wand had moved until I saw her raise her hand to her cheek. I cannot regret the discipline; she has proven how sorely it is needed. But I wish she had not provoked me so.
The incident seemed to have one fortunate side-effect, however: I believe that her shock (which fair to say rivaled my own, that she would even think such a thing, let alone say it) jolted her into realising just how grievous her offences were. All the more so for being prompted by such a minor triviality.
It turned out, or so I thought, to be a simple misunderstanding - a little trifling matter of mistaken belief in the origin of certain pieces of music she heard and admired, thinking them of Muggle derivation. Cause discovered meant problem easily fixed, or so I thought! Within a few moments she grew contrite and suitably conciliatory. Although I was then satisfied that the outcome would mitigate itself with time and distance, it seems that the lesson barely sank in before she began again with her insolence and ingratitude. From what I gather through the journals she is still walking on very thin ice indeed.
Then her posts, especially yesterday morning's. I fear she may not be well. If someone has been tampering with her thoughts or her will, inciting her to wickedness, I mean to discover who. For all I know, Black and his band of renegades have stooped so low as to reach into the very minds of our children with the intent to Confund them. Meanwhile, until I know what has caused her sudden oddness, it may be necessary to intervene for Pansy's well-being in a more direct manner than I prefer.
Time enough, I suppose, to decide on a course of action when the need presents itself. For now, it grows exceedingly late. I must follow my angel's example and seek my bed.