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|Friday, November 12th, 2004|
I am worried the spell may be weakening on Draco. He has begun to question me again, only in little ways, it's true, but I feel the impertinence behind the words. I expected some of this - he would not be my son if he did not chafe under another's authority! But he has made veiled comments about his mother, and this I cannot abide. I do not know what he means to draw from me, but I will find out.
I cannot let Narcissa know the spell was not completely successful. She's been so happy to have her son back, planning for this ball that MacDougal is holding for his daughter, and I see some of her young self again in her eyes, the beauty I married for more than just breeding, but for love. I have been glad to see less of her shrewish side, and I am determined to ensure she remains unaware. I shall have it out with Draco soon. Perhaps when she is out this Thursday ...
|Friday, September 24th, 2004|
Success! I knew I could succeed where others failed. I should have done this long before now, Narcissa willing or no. Our boy is back to us, and our family will live on. I only hope he hasn't ruined things with the Parkinson girl. Though there is another daughter. But there will be time for these things. My wife should be grateful. I must speak to her at once.
|Wednesday, September 15th, 2004|
Finally, finally she has allowed me to do what must be done! Simply letting the boy go on with his gross perversion has been gnawing at me these long weeks, and if it takes his fraternizing with the mudblood to bring Narcissa to the light, then so be it. It seems to me the boy had no intention of sleeping with the girl, but all the better if his mother thinks it so. That he talks to her at all is enough threat to this family. Fraternizing with an auror who is not firmly in our camp, or the pitiful remains of it, is dangerous and foolhardy in the extreme.
If only I had not been so lax, and allowed Narcissa to have only the one boy. It seems beyond stupidity now, when all this family's hope rests on his shoulders. But I had such hopes for him! He was every inch the Malfoy, if a bit lazy at times, until his unfathomable turning in his sixteenth year. His mother indulged him too much, I know, but still, it seemed he would carry our name proudly forth. Not become this twisted, sick creature who speaks with my son's mouth.
Still, all hope is not gone. I believe I can achieve the spell, as difficult as it may be. I believe I can bring the boy back. And perhaps this sadly broken family, as well.
|Sunday, August 3rd, 2003|
|And once more from the dregs, the peons are rising. . .
I swear upon everything I hold dear that if another of these little delinquents comes after me to ask about my son, ask for employment, ask after one another, ask for the damnable time of day, I'm going to curse them right out of the nearest window.
There. Perhaps, if they are capable of reading or any sort of deductive reasoning or searches of their own, they'll find that and know better, next time. If you're reading this, ye troglodytes, you don't belong in my home! I have had quite
Another thing I've had quite enough of is the little mongrels my Most Precious Wife keeps hiring. And that rat of a second-hand house-elf is no more to her liking than the heathen help are to mine. So, out of the goodness of my expansive heart, and with all best wishes in mind, I am to set about replacing the thing so we might have some acceptable service, for once. Someone, somewhere will be willing to stud him, I'm sure. The only task is finding that person and seeing to it that they feel adequately reimbursed for the use of their sow. Kreacher is not exactly a pretty find, I understand. . . Current Mood: Somewhat mellow.