Private Message to Draco and Teds
May. 4th, 2015 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_blaiseSince you've gone, everything's gone to hell.
Wouldn't both of you have loved to think that would be true? That the world would fall apart without you.
I mean to say, when we were young, we thought we were All That and the world was just waiting for us to take it on. You two were going to take up your spots on the Council. Draco, you'd have taken your place on all the boards and Ministry committees and commissions, and Teds, you'd have gone on being 'singular' or 'eccentric', and I expected to go along with you both and make up the number. And host half the parties. And bed most of the witches.
Only it's nothing like we thought. Everything went mad, starting with the two of you.
It's been a long year. Honestly. But now NEWTs are almost here, and after? I've got serious doubts about what's coming after.
Every day there's something worse in the papers. Dumbledore's stolen Dover. Inferi and werewolves are rampaging. Rebels are everywhere, and everyone's suspect.
No one's safe.
Mother firecalled yesterday afternoon with news that Abbeystead's been raided by MLE because a band of bloody outlaws were hiding up in the moors there. Mulciber came to see Mother, telling her he could have her arrested on suspicion of harbouring traitors. Mother. Really. Can you think of a less political witch in the whole Protectorate? Please! The most serious thing she ever does is wager on cards. Or decide her wardrobe for the next season.
She's terrified. It's not as if she's ever been to the Lancashire estates. That I can remember. But now she's got the idea that as soon as I'm finished here, I'm to make an inspection of all her properties. As if I'll know what to do if I find half of Dogstar hiding in the hedgerows.
Or maybe not Dogstar, actually. The Prophet says the Aurors have just routed them--got that Ridley woman who headed it and caught a huge lot of others out there with her. North Yorkshire, apparently. At least it wasn't that lot, making free with our land. But that's just it--it could have been. Because things are just that mad, and there's no one can stop it. MLE and the Aurors are always six steps behind, reacting, but never anticipating. And it seems for every traitor they catch, they threaten and terrorise ten or a hundred good people who've given them no cause.
I don't know.
And then there's Daphs, marrying Crouch. Which is... just wrong. In so very many ways. But there's nothing to be done. She's decided it's what she wants, and no one's going to change her mind.
And now Mother's planning a wedding for me, and I'm going through with it because, to be honest, I think settling down into quiet obscurity's a completely reasonable plan. Not that Susan Spinx is a thrilling prospect, but it may be the nearest thing to an invisibility cloak I can manage.
So you see what all you're missing? What's not dull is deadly.
Mostly, I think I'd give a pile of treasure if we could all just go back to being ten years old, but that's not happening, is it?
Wouldn't both of you have loved to think that would be true? That the world would fall apart without you.
I mean to say, when we were young, we thought we were All That and the world was just waiting for us to take it on. You two were going to take up your spots on the Council. Draco, you'd have taken your place on all the boards and Ministry committees and commissions, and Teds, you'd have gone on being 'singular' or 'eccentric', and I expected to go along with you both and make up the number. And host half the parties. And bed most of the witches.
Only it's nothing like we thought. Everything went mad, starting with the two of you.
It's been a long year. Honestly. But now NEWTs are almost here, and after? I've got serious doubts about what's coming after.
Every day there's something worse in the papers. Dumbledore's stolen Dover. Inferi and werewolves are rampaging. Rebels are everywhere, and everyone's suspect.
No one's safe.
Mother firecalled yesterday afternoon with news that Abbeystead's been raided by MLE because a band of bloody outlaws were hiding up in the moors there. Mulciber came to see Mother, telling her he could have her arrested on suspicion of harbouring traitors. Mother. Really. Can you think of a less political witch in the whole Protectorate? Please! The most serious thing she ever does is wager on cards. Or decide her wardrobe for the next season.
She's terrified. It's not as if she's ever been to the Lancashire estates. That I can remember. But now she's got the idea that as soon as I'm finished here, I'm to make an inspection of all her properties. As if I'll know what to do if I find half of Dogstar hiding in the hedgerows.
Or maybe not Dogstar, actually. The Prophet says the Aurors have just routed them--got that Ridley woman who headed it and caught a huge lot of others out there with her. North Yorkshire, apparently. At least it wasn't that lot, making free with our land. But that's just it--it could have been. Because things are just that mad, and there's no one can stop it. MLE and the Aurors are always six steps behind, reacting, but never anticipating. And it seems for every traitor they catch, they threaten and terrorise ten or a hundred good people who've given them no cause.
I don't know.
And then there's Daphs, marrying Crouch. Which is... just wrong. In so very many ways. But there's nothing to be done. She's decided it's what she wants, and no one's going to change her mind.
And now Mother's planning a wedding for me, and I'm going through with it because, to be honest, I think settling down into quiet obscurity's a completely reasonable plan. Not that Susan Spinx is a thrilling prospect, but it may be the nearest thing to an invisibility cloak I can manage.
So you see what all you're missing? What's not dull is deadly.
Mostly, I think I'd give a pile of treasure if we could all just go back to being ten years old, but that's not happening, is it?
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Date: 2015-05-10 12:16 am (UTC)And I didn't do anything to stop it. I started, but didn't have a proper chance.
Last night, I duelled for Our Lord, and at the end, He asked what I'd ask as a prize. I asked Him for one of the sapphires in the old Crown jewels. He told me she'd never accept it from me.
There's no hiding anything from Him. I couldn't. Daphs hasn't.
I suppose it feels more final now, and that's just as well.
I wish I thought she'd be happy with him. And it's not as if I'm naive about marriage, you know? Only, I'd like her to have better.
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Date: 2015-05-10 12:24 am (UTC)Could you stop being so bloody resigned for once in your life, Blaise?
If you can't do it for Daphne, do it for something or someone else, at least.