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bellatrix lestrange for [info]find_the_mod. [Feb. 23rd, 2020|06:05 pm]
The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. )
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006 (16 April 1980): her blacks crackle and drag. [Apr. 16th, 2010|10:26 pm]
PRIVATE.
I truly tire of this.


PRIVATE TO NARCISSA.
Cissa, there are pressing matters of which I must speak or write to you.


PRIVATE TO REGULUS.
As I must assume you have already surmised, they would appreciate it if you could maintain some distance from the ceremony.
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005 (14 April 1980): fatal to certainty. [Apr. 14th, 2010|08:27 pm]
After this.

PRIVATE TO REGULUS.

I wish to speak to you. I suspect you know what about
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004 (13 April 1980): blood will have blood. [Apr. 13th, 2010|04:09 pm]
My father-in-law was among the best of men.

PRIVATE.
Sir, I must and will honour your memory, though I am hardly the exemplary daughter you would have wished to gain by your eldest son's marriage. That much we all knew. I have long railed against the role you would have me take, and I will continue to rail against it, for it is not, has not been, and never will be me. But we will avenge you. Surely as I had sworn to lay my father to rest, we will avenge you. Not merely this striking back indiscriminately at the Law Enforcement personnel, but life will be paid for by life, blood by blood.

Until then I suppose it is folly to speak of resting in peace.


TO RODOLPHUS & RABASTAN.
I hope that it helped, but would not be surprised to hear that it did not.
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003 (18 March 1980): the daughter of deep silence. [Mar. 18th, 2010|06:38 pm]
PRIVATE TO TRISTAN.
If there is anything that we can do, cousin, for you or Aunt and Uncle, say the word at once. I do not forget your kindness when Father was murdered.


PRIVATE TO RODOLPHUS.
There is a house-elf who was quite beside himself when I threw banished a tea service, such that he took something of a tumble down the east wing stairs. I suspect that his neck is not broken and thus he would have long since removed himself from such an obtrusive location, but due warning in case he has indeed inconveniently died: do not trip.



I trust that I do not sound paranoid when I say that we seem to not have been told the whole truth. He always was a careful boy, however else he behaved publicly.
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003 (16 March 1980): repaid him with interest. [Mar. 16th, 2010|08:49 pm]
PRIVATE.
I know the admonition: this is not about the individual, we are each the means and none of us the cause, for the true cause is so much greater than even simply the sum of our parts. Surely this has been repeated enough that a child could recite it by heart. But surely the Dark Lord would not grudge me the righteous vindication of seeing that odious man suffer.

And he shall suffer.


PRIVATE TO REGULUS.
Are you well and truly on the mend, Regulus? You looked better than you had last week.

Well, that was a relatively quiet Ides, wasn't it?
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002 (9 March 1980); forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd. [Mar. 9th, 2010|12:46 pm]
Private. )

Quite difficult to believe that two full months of this new year has already elapsed. But winter has always been the season of the dead. Only now does the earth reawaken, having paid its dues to the cycles of renewal. Perhaps the new year well and truly beings only in the spring.

I confess that I would like to see verdancy and life when I ride.



PRIVATE TO THE INHABITANTS OF LESTRANGE MANOR.
I will be at father's grave for the day.
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001 (6 March 1980): a taste for irony. [Mar. 6th, 2010|02:55 pm]
"Restoration" is an interesting word, connoting that something has been brought back to its original state. Though I am sure that we all look forward to the gala this evening, I cannot help but wonder if the inestimable staff labouring so assiduously at Brookstanton Memorial Library rather sell themselves short in this regard: surely the West Wing must now go above and beyond its original state, fully surpassing its former glory.

Father would have loved to see this, I believe.
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