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[Aug. 9th, 2006|05:39 pm] |
September 30th 1997
It's horribly quiet at here at Hogwarts. There's only a handful of Slytherins that have returned and not that many more from the other Houses. Daphne's gone and although she was very quiet, she's left a gaping hole in the common room. She hasn't written, maybe I should write. She was never going to choose a side. I wish I was that brave.
I knew Blaise wasn't coming back - I'm slightly less certain about which way he's going to jump. That's the million Gaellon question. When push comes to shove, which way are people going to jump.
At least, no one is nagging me when I have the light on half the night. That got very dull very quickly. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2006|10:32 am] |
October 14th 1998
I always knew that he would get killed. My father was too old to be running around on the whims of a madman even if he did say the right things. Apparently it was an attack and they killed Padma Patil. I don’t know why they picked her. She was a sweet girl and was training to be a Mediwitch.
I remember her from school and she was just nice. She always said hello to me in the library and didn’t mind sharing a table with me even after the war was declared in earnest. Why her? The Patils are a good family – they mind their own business and even though they have not been in England as long as the more established families such as the Blacks, they were well respected.
Her death made me realise that I had made the right decision in going against my father. Anyone who could just kill someone on a whim or for a bit of sport can never be a good person – no matter how much they mouth off about blood lines and purity. I suppose the Aurors did me a favour in killing him. At least then, I can start trying to return to a quiet life. I don’t expect that will be any time soon. |
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