It seems I have forgotten the merits of the quill.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Warded to Bar

I We

I need to talk to you.

It seems I should wax poetically on the merits of aging.

But I manage it only has merits if the nation improves as I age.

Warded to Barbara Grey-Fawcett

I appreciate the gift.

Shall I see you tonight?

[Warded to Rhiannon Entwhistle and Lindsay Corner]

I would like to formally apologize for calling you a 'Mudblood.' Though, I reserve the right to not extend my hand of friendship.

[Warded to Eoghan McLaggen]

How goes the song?

Don't choke on that snitch, Potter. It is hardly edible.

Warded to Lily

You played well.

Warded to Lucy

So. Costumes?

Warded to Barbara

I'm sorry.

Lucy, how do you feel about harvest dances?

[Warded Private to Teddy]

I am auditioning for Romeo.

[Warded Private to Lindsay Corner]

Are you and Albus attending this dance thing?

[/Wards]

[Warded Private to Teddy Lupin]

I yet again write seeking your advice, my dear cousin. I hope things are well.

[/Wards]

[Warded Private to Sapphira Robards]
The Fudges are politicians; they are not to be trusted.

Perhaps unrelated, Slytherins are not required to play fair.

[/Wards]

Curious. I've noticed the stars have been terribly obscured this evening. I ought to work out my arithmancy.

[Warded Private to Albus Potter & Lindsay Corner]

Filming? Muggles? Cockroaches?

If they were to pick Muggles, they ought to have picked worthy ones. But perhaps it is that a true Muggle would not submit himself to this, it seems trying on all accounts.

How many days?

[/Wards]

I do not suppose you are heeding the ghost's warning, but then I would hope you might as to present barbarisms to Muggles is only further degrading our culture.

I find Wagner would be soothing. Do you think the marching band could be taught operas? Sapphira, it would seem to me you would enjoy operas. How fares your return to Hogwarts after such a traumatic experience? I do believe we all live in true ignorance of threats to life and death, merely fussing about the trifles of what it is not my place to designate as trifles.

[Warded Private to Bar Grey-Fawcett]

You and

McLaggen?

I thought we were over this.

Hufflepuffs should be banned from Quidditch. They are unruly, and ugly, and unfit for true art.

Muggles at Hogwarts.

Curious.


[Warded Private to Albus]

Is this what you meant about the year not being as good as it should be? [/Wards]

Well, I suppose these things happen.

How many days until Hogwarts?

[Warded Private to Anne Zeller]

I am sorry.

I did not wish to imply you were worthless and, if this has been the cause of your unhappiness, then I take the complete blame. I ended our relationship on the request of my parents, which I realize is cowardly but I must --

I believed, and still believe, that you will be happier without me. This is certainly not the best way to express these sentiments but I have not received word of your present direction, and my mother watches the owl post quite shrewdly. I do not expect you to forgive me after the affliction I have caused but I felt it necessary to recognize my faults.
[/Wards]

[Warded Private to Luke Morin]
Do you have a tea preference?

[/Wards]

[Warded Private to Teddy]
How are you?
[/Wards]

[Warded Private to Brooke Church & Aaron Longbottom]
What I am concerned. [/Wards]

In such a great misfortune, what remains for you? / Myself, say I, and that is enough. - Corneille, Médée

I may end relationships based on blood purity. I suppose, though, that I would actually attempt to carry the relationship forward considerably before doing so or it would not be worth the effort.

[Warded Private to Self]

I question whether I am truly a lying two-faced bastard. I suppose I deserve this for caring for the barbarian's friends.[/End Wards]

[Warded Private to Eric Macmillan]

Let us be honest -- we are not friends. Yet I present to you a question on a subject which you once brought to my attention -- how truly inconsistent am I in my beliefs? [/End Wards]

[Warded Private]
I will never meet my father's, nor my mother's, nor my grandfather's expectations -- and I must live everyday being constantly reminded that I cannot consider Mudbloods lesser beings than myself. I cannot disassociate myself, and yet here I have taken a step which will forever sunder my relations with all Muggleborns. Are we not all human? Then, why is it so important to me that my Muggle neighbors never know what I am? Why do I cling to my eleven generations of purity as if they are a shield to protect me from my family's sins? Why do I desire a proper pureblood marriage?

A filthy Muggle lover. A filthy dirty Muggle lover. I cannot -- I cannot let my peers witess my moments of weakness, or it will be the true ruin of my family, and my mother's true disgrace.

[/Wards]


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