What a drag it is getting old. ~ the Rolling Stones
Backdated to September 26th, midnight
[Private to Self] As I lie awake in bed, listening to Narcissa's quiet breathing and full aware that Morpheus will not soon come for me this night, I have come to a realization that is horrible beyond description. I have grown old and am out of touch with today after my long travels. I find myself adrift and wide of public sentiment.
I will only confess this here--let this journal be safe, Anyone listening--but I admit that I was caught out at my questioning session with the Ministry. Why was I not told for certain that those incompetents would be using Veritaserum? Of course, I should have prepared myself for such a possibility, but I have a failsafe in place for that. Why wasn't I told? I must speak with my official soon, before he believes that he can get away with that type of nonsense. When one enters the pay of a Malfoy, one should keep one's end of the bargain no matter what. It will be tricky with current events as they are, but it is time for my dear official to learn the meaning of 'no matter what.'
There is also the Lord's movement itself. I was under the surest impression that we had returned to a loose federation after His death. (Is He, in fact, dead this time? It has been several years, although it was also several years last time.) But, then, whither the Mark? Where did it come from? Who affixed it? I must get in touch with those of us still sane and hale enough to be useful and see what they know.
But that is a scarce few. Lucius, you have neglected the up-and-coming possible rank-and-file for too long. I must also take the pulse of the younger generation and see how they stand. Perhaps one of them might have information on who cast the Mark. But how to connect? That book-signing coming up may be my perfect opportunity. Not only can I show the right my face to the public and herald my triumphant return from my 'Ministry mission' abroad, but I can also make the acquaintance of some useful children.
There is also Knockturn Alley. It has been a while since I have ventured there. I shall have to be circumspect--after all, I am 'cured;' ha!--but that could also prove fruitful in more ways than one. Perhaps they have one or two of the objects I still search for . . .
Then there is my son. I have heard rumors about him but nothing definite. From what I heard, he has not even been to visit Narcissa in far too long. With the social climate being what it is, it is past time to assure myself he still walks the straight and narrow. It looks like the Ministry has actually been a help, for once. [/Private to Self]
[PLACEHOLDER: to Draco, how was questioning?; to current known 'former' Death Eaters, what's going on?; to next-gen 'interesting kids': know anything?]
[Private to Self] As I lie awake in bed, listening to Narcissa's quiet breathing and full aware that Morpheus will not soon come for me this night, I have come to a realization that is horrible beyond description. I have grown old and am out of touch with today after my long travels. I find myself adrift and wide of public sentiment.
I will only confess this here--let this journal be safe, Anyone listening--but I admit that I was caught out at my questioning session with the Ministry. Why was I not told for certain that those incompetents would be using Veritaserum? Of course, I should have prepared myself for such a possibility, but I have a failsafe in place for that. Why wasn't I told? I must speak with my official soon, before he believes that he can get away with that type of nonsense. When one enters the pay of a Malfoy, one should keep one's end of the bargain no matter what. It will be tricky with current events as they are, but it is time for my dear official to learn the meaning of 'no matter what.'
There is also the Lord's movement itself. I was under the surest impression that we had returned to a loose federation after His death. (Is He, in fact, dead this time? It has been several years, although it was also several years last time.) But, then, whither the Mark? Where did it come from? Who affixed it? I must get in touch with those of us still sane and hale enough to be useful and see what they know.
But that is a scarce few. Lucius, you have neglected the up-and-coming possible rank-and-file for too long. I must also take the pulse of the younger generation and see how they stand. Perhaps one of them might have information on who cast the Mark. But how to connect? That book-signing coming up may be my perfect opportunity. Not only can I show the right my face to the public and herald my triumphant return from my 'Ministry mission' abroad, but I can also make the acquaintance of some useful children.
There is also Knockturn Alley. It has been a while since I have ventured there. I shall have to be circumspect--after all, I am 'cured;' ha!--but that could also prove fruitful in more ways than one. Perhaps they have one or two of the objects I still search for . . .
Then there is my son. I have heard rumors about him but nothing definite. From what I heard, he has not even been to visit Narcissa in far too long. With the social climate being what it is, it is past time to assure myself he still walks the straight and narrow. It looks like the Ministry has actually been a help, for once. [/Private to Self]
[PLACEHOLDER: to Draco, how was questioning?; to current known 'former' Death Eaters, what's going on?; to next-gen 'interesting kids': know anything?]