| Wednesday 16 September 1942 |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|02:49 pm] |
I think this development with Jeannot is very promising! Consider:
1. I have to look after Nadyuska now that Mama is dead, especially while Pavel is alive and when Cousin Zsuzsa is not around to do so. And now there is Miss Popescu to look after too.
2. Dashwood is trying to be a respectable gentleman-wife to Kyteler, which is very funny, but it seems that he won't have so much time to attend to his business.
3. Jeannot has made a complete fool out of himself and no one will wish to be seen with him or to deal with him.
Of course, I do not know where they get their contraband from, and I mustn't be too hasty. But trinkets is a good place to start with, and to build my reputation. |
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| 13 Сентябрь 1942 |
[May. 6th, 2008|01:30 pm] |
Thanks to the Gryffindors there won't be anything to do this year other than duel and watch little children play this damned English cricket. Which was exactly as exciting as it sounds, but luckily some entertainment was provided: that Device girl laid into Wood. Not before his time either. Vincenti, who is one of the Zabinis' boys, was going to kick his arse Monday in duelling anyway but Wood's being kicked out before then. Bet he thought he'd got out of it. With some training, maybe Device would be all right as a hunter. But Wood is still pathetic, being hurt by an untrained girl. And little Flitwick, who broke it up!
Jenica was able to do a large part of banishing the Демон. She doesn't know the Questions like van Rensselaer does and that we would be learning in school by now if this was a better school. I want to learn that in the expatriot classes, if Vincenti and the non-Dolohov ever get around to actually organising them. In the meantime, I need to start looking after my family as best I can, and that means getting into business seriously. No more messing around. |
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| Saturday 12 September 1942 |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|06:41 pm] |
Mama died. Mama was killed. Everything has gone to pieces here, I don't think any of us are safe. Who knows what the elves really are? We didn't have them in Russia. They shouldn't have them in Britain.
I can't find the ones who killed Mama. Probably even Zsuzsa and her husbands couldn't. I wish we could. If they — or it, or whatever accursed things Grindelwald uses against Russia, Muggle or demon — live to see the winter, and freeze solid in the snow and the wind, they should count themselves lucky, compared to what we'd do to them. Even if we cannot be there, the front will turn, turn, and you'll all be buried underfoot, as Russia marches west! Not for communism, for victory!
But if I cannot be there, I need to make sure I am doing my very best to look after Nadya. And her Jenica too, if she is going to be part of the family. Cousin Zsuzsa knew how to survive in England, and I have my contacts and my plans, and we can all keep surviving together. I couldn't look after Mama. I can look after them. |
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| Wednesday 9 September 1942 |
[Sep. 26th, 2007|09:32 pm] |
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This year at school has been nothing but disaster after disaster. I've lost so many points that Dolohov had to beat me, and it's not half as bad as Pawel's beatings, but I'd rather not! And Joe's not even being reliable because he's got himself a boyfriend. A Zabini, which is pretty good for Joe in a way, because everyone knows that the Mudblood Trelawney is their cousin, even if his parents have tried to do the right thing. But now he spends all his time with Mercutio.
And Ekaterin, who still calls herself Dolohov, stole my shoes from the party and cursed me with a love charm. Love for Dolloway, who is so muddy that even the English think that she's beneath them, she was even beneath Joe's muddy cousin Sybill until this year now that she's lost Mulciber's protection. Zsuzsa and Vilém and Stepán believe that the Dolohovs have treated Ekaterin shabbily and maybe they have, but it can't be easy, having a girl like her in your family! We should all be glad Nadya is better behaved.
And Ianthe has turned against me just because I didn't burn her stupid letter. It's not as though Zsuzsa would have cursed her! I don't understand English girls at all. I like Miss Popescu better, she's more like one of us.
There is one good part to all this: I haven't heard from my uncle since school started. I hope I never do again. He and van Rensselaer will never be allowed to get their hands on Nadya! |
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| Thursday 3 September, 1942 |
[Mar. 25th, 2007|05:59 pm] |
Miss Dolohov, as she continues to call herself, must think I'm some kind of fool. It was stupid of me to leave my shoes at the party I know, and she was able to use them to embarrass House Slytherin, and myself, at breakfast. And of course there was a hex on them, but honestly, she must think that I am completely without wits, to think that a juvenile hex like silly belching noises in my shoes would be embarrassing, even if I didn't spot it before putting them on. I wouldn't wear them today in any case; I am debating throwing them away, although it doesn't do to draw attention to the fact that I can still afford to do that.
But today is a better day than that. Classes are still ridiculously slow. I know that the Mudbloods aren't meant to be any stupider than us, but the way some of them are in class no one can be blamed for thinking it. But as we were leaving breakfast this morning I started to feel that things in England can't be as bad as they seem. There's one girl in Slytherin, not even pure of blood (although I'm sure that her parentage would reveal some lost wizarding ancestry, her poise is just not Mudblood at all) who has changed a lot over summer, a really quite startling transformation. And yet, she is pure Englishness itself. I am inclined to look at things here more charitably today, for her sake. This is the soil from which a rose can spring, as unlikely as it can seem taking breakfast with the likes of Miss Warrington. |
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