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[May. 21st, 2009|04:51 pm] |
[Warded to Self]
Bellatrix back in England. Fantastic. The sun hasn't much softened nor warmed her demeanour either. Curious to know if all the rumours and hush-hush are what has drawn her out of her hole again or if she has further designs. It should be no real secret she was turned out because, well, because she wasn't very popular now, was she? I suppose it's always a blow to discover one was only tolerated for being Voldemort's favourite (and no one else's except, possibly, the younger Lestrange's, but what is that worth? He's psychotic), but I sense in her inestimable opinion of herself, this would not have occurred to her. Must this mean I have to now create some elaborate excuse to not hurt her feelings? Assuming she ever had any, that is.
I should probably give Father a fair warning, in any case.
She certainly doesn't have many allies left--well, not unless she stoops to more intimidation tactics, which will only get her so far in newly de-fanged Britain. She keeps this up and soon she'll be at the spotlight of Ministry scrutiny all by herself--but by all means, she's welcome to it.
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[Warded to Narcissa Malfoy]
Narcissa, darling, I've just stumbled across a rare shipment of Draunulus Vulgaris and thought promptly of you. They are, amongst other things, quite useful for a variety of potions, not that you'd ever engage in such illicit activity.
I shall have them promptly sent to the Manor. You could display some of them in your sister's prepared room. Aesthetically, they would very much suit her.
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