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[09 Feb 2004|03:54pm]
The Ministry has been--needless to say--in a state of frenzy of late. To walk into the doors is to be oppressed by the weight of the souls. The screams have not died away, nor has the blood. There were terrible deeds committed here, and every day I see those who have paid for them.

May any power that is help all of those who have been wronged, and may we take venegance on those who have committed these trecherous acts.

Bored out of my mind.

And yet, in a way...

No. Just bored.
15 Enticing Lies | Stare in the mirror...

[03 Feb 2004|06:56pm]
[ mood | flustered ]

Oh dear, oh Lord... What to say about this? It is terribly, truly awful... I am distraught, I am at a loss in this. What can one possibly say in the face of such an injury? Death Eaters attacking the Ministry? I never thought that I should see the day, hoped with all of my soul that I would never see the day, that the day would never come.

How could such a thing have happened? I can only be thankful--we must all be thankful--that the Minister was spared his life. They no doubt would have murdered him, but there were those of us who came to his defense. It was terrible. To face those foolhardy creatures was to face death itself, and yet I did do it. I cannot say that I felt no fear throughout the entire escapade, but all needed to be placed aside when I found myself against the hooded monsters.

We must look into this matter, and I... I cannot speak of this further yet. Not after such carnage. Those were were not there cannot fathom the terrors, the screaming--yes, so much screaming, and death everywhere, with the hooded creatures as the harbingers of death. I tell you, it was a terrible sight, a terrible experience.

I can bear to think of it no longer. Not now.

The screaming was lovely but, bloody hell, I wasn't given the chance to kill a single creature.

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[02 Feb 2004|03:51pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

I must say, if I actually, ah, miss anything about having Severus on our side, it is that he was one of the few able to retain any sense of maturity. If they weren't necessary, I'd have already made some sort of attempt to strangle Dolohov and Mulciber. I simply cannot stand to listen to either... But it will all work out in the end, so I suppose I shall have to live with it. For now.

Stare in the mirror...

[02 Feb 2004|01:46am]
[ mood | frustrated ]

This is all most alarming. An attack on a ministry official, and very little has been done about it. Of course, there has been precious little in the way of follow-up. However, I feel that I must take this opportunity to point out that the Minister was, in fact, warned that he might want to keep his guards up. Others persuaded him to neglect this fairly simple procedure. You see what this has led to?

I must admit that I am somewhat distressed by this news. After all, if there can be one attack, can there not be another?

Of course there can be another bleeding attack, and am most relieved that we are finally going to be acting upon our ideas. Of course, I should much rather like to be at the other end of the attack, but I cannot complain in this situation. If all goes as is planned, we may yet be able to retain what control we have over the Ministry, and perhaps to hold even more of it.

This comes at a lucky time, I must say. As it is, I am quite close to losing what remaining grip I have on my self-control.

Stare in the mirror...

[22 Jan 2004|04:12pm]
What a lovely, lovely day.

What in the bleeding hell is this that I have heard about my son participating in some sort of theater production?

Perhaps it would be best that I say nothing of it until I hear more on the nature of the subject...

However. Should anyone take it into thier rather foolish head to fuck with me at this moment, I would very much suggest not doing so.
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[11 Jan 2004|11:45am]
You people are bloody incorrigible.

Honestly... It's a wonder that any of us are alive.

Speaking of which...

So terribly, horribly tense about all of this. Yes, it is becoming rather dull, and at the same time, I cannot help but feel that the noose is tightening. I am not under any personal threat at the moment--not more than is typical--but I am well aware that there are others who are.

Damn that Dolohov. What in the hell does he think he's doing?

More than the rest of us, certainly.

If only I were able to get my hands on a Muggle, on a Mudblood... Anything. Severus or his damnable bitch. That wretched fool Dumbledore. I'm rather close to ridding the lot of us of Fudge, as it is.

Control, Lucius, control.

At least sanity is retained at the Manor.
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[03 Jan 2004|02:32am]
When I tell you to get out, you'd bleeding well better do so. Or is that so very hard to understand?


It's a New Year. Another year gone by, another year to begin. Perhaps this year will be more interesting than the others. Perhaps.

The past year has been bright, and has been dark. Yes, there have been times when all of us have been in danger, and yet there have been times of incredible and amusing fuckery courage as well. We have seen the darkness and the light and, with any luck, we shall soon see the end of this nonsense, and life shall go back to the way that it was.

Yes, back to the way that it was, when all was well with the world. These filthy Muggles and Mudbloods had no hold in those times, and soon they will fall again. Grant me a Muggle, and I will grant you the head of that Muggle on a pike. Grant me a Mudblood, and I will grant you the bleeding organs of that Mudblood strewn about a field. Grant me a Muggle-loving pureblood, and you shall see far worse than you have ever imagined.

I fear that I become rather... morbid at times.

Oh, no. Not morbid. Only... realistic.

Yes, there have been some rough times, but we must all pull through. With determination, we shall persevere. We must all be strong enough to see the dawn of the new year be a brilliant one.

Right. Brilliant.

If only we would move. The beginning of a new year... Why not now? Begin as we should, bring the dawn as the very year opens.

But we shall wait as long as we must... Unfortunately.

Yes, the strength is what we must hold important, what we must hold on to.
Stare in the mirror...

[26 Dec 2003|10:11pm]
I abhor this holiday.

Oh, granted, it used to be a lovely holiday, I suppose. Over time, it has been widely bastardized by--oh, so suprisingly--the Muggles and thier world of cheap existance. Honestly, there is little to this time now aside from plastic fat men and garishly wrapped boxes. The point to all of this? There really is none. One can almost hear every child whine.

Thank the Gods for our own Christmas, which was much more toned down. Relaxation was a key, and I suppose it was well enough to have the family together. Though Draco really must be off to return to the Dark Lord once again. I've no doubt that he is called for once more.

Narcissa, dear, I do hope that you enjoyed yourself. The neckalace? The bracelets? Were they to your liking, Dearest?

Ah, it is as it is. We could use some sort of... action. I've no doubt that we shall see some soon enough, though. Soon enough.
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[17 Dec 2003|02:59pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

All is well. I have managed not to kill anyone at the office more than caught up with the work that I had intended to complete and, for the time being, intend to spend my free time in my own manner, and at my own leisure. Unless, of course, you should have something in mind, Narcissa.

Fudge was most agreeable today. He still believes what he has been told, thankfully, and shows no signs of thinking any other way. He has offered to show me through the Chambers again, and I believe that I shall take up the offer; it is always better to be informed of what lies within there, is it not?

A rather entertaining thought has just now occured to me... What would Fudge do were he to have rather too much to drink? Perhaps there is more to be found in that. After all, truth often comes only when one is not entirely in control of one's mind and senses.

The bleeding house elf has been driving me out of my mind. Perhaps another well-placed kick and the creature will silence itself and work sufficiently. If not, there are always ways to bring it to agreement. In any case, it will give some form of... outlet. I must be wise, though, as I have no intention of purchasing a new house elf, and I've no doubt that Narcissa would miss the services of it.

Lovely day.

Stare in the mirror...

[14 Dec 2003|11:39pm]
[ mood | irate ]

I absolutely abhor this filthy machine and all that it entails.

In fact, I should love to get rid of this, were it not for the fact that I have been required to stay with it. By differing individuals, too. Forced on many directions, and I do not like it in any way. There is little sense to this; it is simply filth. Filth like oh-so-much else. Yes, I would very much like to destroy this.

There is much that I would like to destroy at this point. So many things. Just a little bit of 'fun', that's all it would take. Yes, work at it. So many to destroy, and day after day, forced to look at them. Pain in thier faces, good lords, it cannot be that they believe themselves truthful. Have they no understanding? Have they never looked to it? They believe themselves to be entirely whole, to be what we are, and yet they are entirely different.

Filthy fucking Mudbloods.

Give me a Mudblood and I shall happily destroy it for you. It is not the same, never the same. There is difference, always difference, and there always has been. There it is, in front of us, parading under our noses, and yet still they protest. Disgusting. Horrifying.

The times have been calm, and yet there is always something stirring beneath. Lies, so many lies. Yes, and how many have you spun today, Dear Lucius? So many lies. Doesn't matter, though. Every one of us, we are all lies. Thankfully, there have been none pointing in directions that could lead to another uproar at the Ministry. With so many creatures individuals working there, it takes quite a lot of time to silence the masses.

And why have we not been performing? When shall we strike again? I tire of this, and I understand perfectly well that the longer I am here, the more time there is for certain forces to pull some sort of surprise and blow the entirity of the cover that has been established. When do we take initiative?

Of course, there is still much work to be done. There is always much work to be done.

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Finished with that, for now. It seems pointless, and yet he wishes it, and as the Lord wishes, he shall have. Where has the impatience gone?

Perhaps I should be very glad of this lull. With less commotion, there is more time to be at home with my dearest Narcissa. Silence indicates that the trouble has finally departed, does it not?

Very unlikely, and such wistful and foolish thinking if one should ever believe so. It is only waiting, waiting. How much more time can we possibly spend waiting?

And yet... On some level, do I not almost embrace this standstill? Do I not...?

Ah, but I cannot speak it, cannot think it. No, it is weakness, only weakness. It must not be.

It must not be.

5 Enticing Lies | Stare in the mirror...

[03 Dec 2003|11:17pm]
[ mood | tired ]

The Ministry has been rather quite over the past few days, comparitively.

The fact in itself is rather unsettling. Thier side has not cried Death Eater lately, and we haven't taken much action ourselves. The fire is waiting for the spark, and then everything will fall in on itself. The pressure that has for so long been building up may finally explode.

I welcome it.

...or do I? Do I, really? Something here that isn't right.

Something here that's never been right...

Really, what am I saying?

Perhaps this lull will provide an opportunity for some amount of rest. I certainly could use some, after the late nights. One would think that the Ministry would have thought enough to allow more time off for those of us who have dedicated time... But then, who else would perform the tasks necessary?

Narcissa, Dearest, would you like to relax?

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[29 Nov 2003|05:37pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

Still more come.

How is it with everyone? Ah, bullocks, why the hell should I care at the moment? With all of the trouble that we've had at the ministry lately, I've got the pleasure of completeing quite a lot of paperwork. Aside from that, the Minister has needed some amount of time to simply speak. Idiot that he is. Overworked individual that he must be.

I am expecting that I shall be justly compensated for this work. After all, that article took more time than may be immediatly appearent, as Fudge was really of no help whatsoever.

Stare in the mirror...

[25 Nov 2003|08:49pm]
[ mood | Uneasy ]

What in the bleeding hell...?

My, my, my. Time certainly does fly when one is working. And I most certainly have had quite a lot of work to do, but so much time... I am most aggravated with certain individuals at the moment, as I have been forced to revise my intent for the Daily Prophet. The notice should be released soon. I should have preferred a true interview, but this will have to do for the time.

I really do believe that certain individuals, quite a few, unfortunately, have lost sight of what this life truly is. It saddens me greatly, if you must know. The ignorance is astounding. Simply... astounding.

It seems that some of the others have finally begun to crawl out of the woodwork, as well. Developements shall be quite... interesting. After all, once we have all been reunited, who can stop us?

If only it weren't for this feeling... Where the hell was I?

Aside from all of that, it's a lovely day.

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[19 Nov 2003|07:35pm]
I am schedualed to speak with an individual from the Prophet later today. After all, something must be done.

Certain situations really have gone too far. After all, what is there to trust in any of this? The world truly has lost his mind if any of this is to be trusted... I am still quite shocked to have heard any of this. Unbelievable.

Simply unbelievable.
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[16 Nov 2003|11:48am]
What, exactly, is the meaning of this? I shall have to speak to the minister, of course. I doubt that there is truth to it--why should there be--but if trouble is afoot, it seems best to have the thoughts of the Minister.

This does not bode well, not at all. Dear Severus, you only bury yourself deeper. Soon enough, there shall be no escape.

I need to kill something.
Stare in the mirror...

[11 Nov 2003|12:56pm]
Such a lovely morning.

There are so many tragedies in the world and yet the sky manages to retain that particularly lovely shade of blue.

Blue sky stained with blood...

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Not going to think about the implications... None of it.

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[09 Nov 2003|12:15pm]
[ mood | calm ]

The past few days have been quite fulfilling, if I do say so for myself.

Muggles: 4
Mudbloods: 2

Now, if only I could find some more... I really do need something to fill my time with, after all. What better way to spend it than in a room with dying filth--dying at my own hands, no less? It gives the mind something to do, the soul something to strive for.

And it's been said that we have no "decent" purpose? Ah, so little is known.

Stare in the mirror...

To hell with you... [03 Nov 2003|05:46pm]
[ mood | Seething ]

Narcissa, I need to speak with you. Draco, you as well. I am nearly of a mind to take you out of that blasted school.

The events of the past few days have been interesting. very interesting. Beautiful.

Beautiful as death. What is life, after all, without death? Death rids this world of filth, of what must be taken away. Why must it be blown out of proportion? Why is it not seen as salvation instead of damnation? For one to live, another must die.

There are those who must die, and those who must lives. Yes, and we have formed that segregation. We have been made to understand what is to die, and what is to live. Not all can live. Those who are not of the right ilk must not live, as survival is, first and foremost, impaired. Yes. Exactly.

Why can they not understand? And most of all...

Why you of all people, Severus? You have taken up with thier ill-fated ideals, and why? What for?

Severus Snape, I curse you.
Raelyn Vector, I curse you.

Before this is over, I will find you. the Dark Lord may have you, but I will find you.

I will find you, and then perhaps you'll finally understand.

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[01 Nov 2003|05:39pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

How I did miss this.

If only it weren't tainted by certain... occurances.

Hell. Voldemort is infuriated. I can't suppose that I should blame him...

How did we lose that... bastard?

And why can't I accept the fact that he fucking betrayed us?

God damn it.

Stare in the mirror...

Glorious. [01 Nov 2003|01:07pm]
[ mood | blank ]

At last.

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Good riddance.

Stare in the mirror...

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