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[17 Oct 2010|09:59pm] |
Rita was sick of the stares, of the whispers in the halls once she returned to school. The Malfoy heirloom ring on her left hand spoke many things but everyone called her a social climbing whore. Rita had rarely if ever showed her true colors to the masses. She could be snippy and catty but these people truly didn't know what they were dealing with. Rita didn't have a voice when people stood face to face with her so she went the route that she knew would get the most attention. She took to her wizarding typewriter and laid her soul out on the table in front of her.
With Eyes Unclouded: A True Portrayal of Wizarding High Society's Next Generation.
It is amazing what one will see when Wizarding Society's upper crust doesn't think you are looking. An outsider from birth, yet, still with the ancestry of being one of their own, I have been privy to seeing things many would not because I was seen as inconsequential. I had no voice that anyone would listen to. One of the few lost straddeling the line between society and those of the masses. Neither seen or accepted by either side.
I have always been looked down upon because of my family but for the most part I know how to properly behave. I let my emotions get the best of me and now a ruined young woman my destiny with my partner in crime is set for the alter in spring. Hypocracy is running rampent among us. So many of your fresh faced debutantes look down their noses at those girls they know to be ruined. If one just digs deeper, walks down a back hallway, or even lifts a skirt up to see how dirty their daughter's knees are they would know what they were doing. A good portion of this generation's young ladies of society are notching their lipstick cases marking conquests much like their father's before them had kept a tally. The thought of saving one's virginity for marriage is becoming an outdated concept as all your precious little girls are falling to deprevity. It is the young gentlemen I feel the most for. They think they are their darling's one and only, that she only compromises herself for them. In all reality they are just one of many. If she is this fickle with her affections now young Master Lestrange how does one know if his Black Rose would not be so once bound in marriage. There are still other young women of society that truly fall from grace and give themselves willingly to those of lower blood. It was not Perseus that saved her from the rocks but a clumsy muggleborn with the surname of Tonks.
The house most ancient and noble is not the only one that need keep a watchful eye on their daughters. MacNair, Parkinson, Carrow, Crouch, Prewett, Yaxley, Bagnold, Bletchley, Higgs, Nott, Dolohov, and Hallinger are all families with young ladies falling from such high standards that our society once had. Is it any wonder that some high standing young men look to lower born ladies for wives when those ladies of high standing are nothing of the sort, just ladies of impropriety in fancy dresses showing us all how well they can act.
It was front page news. It was bound to cause a scandle. Hell it could very well get Rita killed but they couldn't prove for certain it was her that wrote it. |
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[09 Sep 2010|11:00pm] |
When: February 03, 1972
Where: Shadowbrook Hall, Ancestral home of the Skeeter family
What: Let's make a deal.
Rita had come home for the holiday as was usual for her. She had been in poor spirits though. It had seemed just like she was in a holiday lul but then her brother's had started hearing the gentlemen's club rumors. Someone had ruined their little sister. Rita had been terrified the night all seven of her brothers along with her father burst into her bedroom with the mediwitch. Her room was warded up and she was left with the woman that had forced her down and with a clenical hand checked her for the one thing she had ever truly had posession of to give. She was in tears by the time the woman left and her family pouring back into the room did little to stop the tears as the accusations were flying and the screamed questions of who had done it.
She was upset with Lucius for apparently using her but she refused to subject him to such things. She knew how her family was. Her heart wouldn't let her do such a thing to him. Verataserum wasn't an option for a poor family and besides Rita had learned fifth year she was allergic to more than one of the potions ingrediants. So it was that her brothers began to investigate. Time and time again one name came coming up, that of Lucius Malfoy. It wasn't until an owl sent to Rita was intercepted from a concerned friend asking if she was hiding because of Lucius that they had their answer. An owl was sent to Abraxas Malfoy and soon Alxander Skeeter and the father of his quory were having a meeting. Families as old as the Malfoys and the Skeeters understood each other. Abraxas thought at first it was just a trick by the family to get the girl a good station but when he learned the girl was staying in a stripped down room and refused to give the one that had ruined her his appraisel for the girl changed dramatically. It especially changed when he was allowed to see the girl as she sat quietly in the corner. It reminded the stern Malfoy patriarch of a martyred saint awaiting their execution. When he had a moment alone with her he was amused when the girl spoke to him. "Don't make him do anything he doesn't wish." The pleading in her eyes told him all he needed to know about the situation.
Lucius would be owled about urgent business and sent a portkey that would drop him directly in on the next meeting that was to be had with the Skeeter family. When Lucius arrived his father would point at the seat beside him in the worn but still stately study of Alxander Skeeter. The seven sons standing behind them as if itching to end Lucius at any moment for the slight that he had caused their only sister and youngest member of their family. "So...Lucius. Tell me about Loretta."
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[18 Jan 2010|06:05pm] |
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Oh of all the! They haven't bothered to talk to me in years and now out of the blue it is all Loretta honey you need to come to this gala blah blah blah. I can't get a date to a muggle gala I don't know any muggles anymore...or anyone that wouldn't put their foot in their mouths. They just want to torture me.
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[23 Oct 2009|12:42pm] |
Never a dull moment is there? My name keeps popping up in the gossip collumn in the Prophet. I think I have come to terms with it. I suppose it comes with being with Lucius.
[Albus Dumbledore]
Sir, I am sure you are aware of what has been going on recently and if you aren't things are getting worse rather rapidly. There have been two attacks and one murder. I think it would be in our best interest to at least meet up to speak about reforming the Order. There are many of us that feel the same way. You were our leader so it is in essence your decision.
[Private to Lucius]
I am not going to be able to not do something in preperation for darker times that I can't help but feel are on the rise. If the Order decides not to reform I think I might band together a new group. Maybe ask Teddy for his help in it.
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[16 Oct 2009|12:12pm] |
[Private to Time Travelers]
Which one of you talked to Lovegood? He was attacked by Death Eaters and now will never be able to walk again. Apple didn't say if your name was mentioned or if they could have attained it...So I suggest all of you keep a look out and be mindful of what you are saying and who you are talking to.
[Private to Order]
Xenophilius Lovegood is never going to be able to walk again because of that list of Death Eater names he was going to print. I don't fault the Time Travelers but it seems they are stiring a pit of vipers. That makes two attacks since they arrived. What if it causes You-know-who to return?
And Merlin's sake don't any of you dare call me paranoid.
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[11 Oct 2009|07:03pm] |
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That...I'm...HOW DARE THEY!
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[11 Oct 2009|02:27am] |
New wands at my age are just ridiculous. I went through all but two in the entire place before there was one that felt right. Olivander kept humming in that way he has about him and going on about exotic combinations or some rubbish. I have never heard of a wand with a Griffin tale tuft core or of Lady of the Night. Lady of the Night is apparently a woody shrub commonly known at times as Night Blooming Jasmine. I feel like I am going to break it. It is so delicate looking with fine ornamental carving at the grip and 7 7/16 inches. My last wand was almost 10 inches and rather sturdy in comparison. I guess I will just have to get used to it.
[Private to Draco]
Are you doing alright, dear? I saw that your mother is back. You know if you need anything all you need do is ask.
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[07 Oct 2009|05:35pm] |
[Private to Order and Future kids]
Well I had a very eventful day yesterday. I am terribly sorry if I worried you, Teddy. It isn't every day I get attacked coming back from lunch and deposited bleeding on Lucius' doorstep. My head is still kind of throbbing from the ordeal and I can't shake the feeling it might just be the begining of trouble.
The thing most upsetting is they snapped my wand for good measure. I have had that wand for more than thirty years. I was rather attatched to it.
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[04 Oct 2009|07:49pm] |
[Private to Teddy]
If you are still up for that job till you can get a better one you should be at the office at nine o'clock in the morning. If you know where Olivander's is I'm right next door in the small little alcove. I doubt Olivander's would be in a different spot in our world than yours.
[Severly Hexed Private to Lucius]
I'm rather worried about the children from the future. They know information from their world and are setting themselves up to be targets. If you hear anything...will you let me know? And please be careful. We aren't at war any longer but I still worry about you.
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[03 Oct 2009|10:15pm] |
The office has been rather slow lately. I did help a woman find her daughter the other day. I don't think the woman liked what I told her though. I am not dragging a grown girl kicking and screaming back to her family though when she ran off to be happy with the muggleborn love of her life. The woman failed to realize I was muggleborn though and started railing on about filth. I thankfully didn't loose it on the woman. I doubt it would look good for an ex-Auror to be carted in for hexing a woman's face off though.
I find all these poor people from this alternate future fascinating. I have to wonder what is different in our worlds and the like. It is my curious nature getting to me. If there is anything I can do to help any of you just let me know.
[Time Travelers]
Speaking from personal experience I wouldn't trust the Ministry. Most of them are Death Eaters and there is no former to put with that unfortunately. I stopped being an Auror when I felt like there wasn't any good being done and started a private investigation agency. Maybe it is the paranoia from the past clinging but having fought in the war and seen the atrocities they committed I just can't put any faith in them.
I would try to be careful. If anything though you can always trust James Potter. I think some of you are related to him. James is a good man.
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