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Millicent Bulstrode

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[05 Jun 2005|04:24pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

People seem to be concerned with either being confined in these castle walls or studying for N.E.W.T.s and OWLs. I agree with Draco, I see no point in cramming for these exams. I do not think they will be that difficult, nor do I think they hold the import they once did. Or maybe they are only important for certain people.

I also am not fretting over not being allowed outside of these walls. I find it inconsequential to my own state of being. I do find it foolish, Theodore, that some spend time dwelling on particular members of our esteemed House and who the general consensus identifies with them. How objectively you analyse "us", your fellow Slytherins, as though there is some great mystery about Blaise that needs explaining. Sometimes it is a wonder that I ever thought I knew you at all.

Nevertheless, I cannot fault people for taking the cautious route and tip-toeing around the issue. Few seem brave enough to mention his name to me, something I find quite amusing. Of course, there are the select... few who seem to have lost any fear of him at all. That makes things much more interesting.

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[04 May 2005|01:33am]
[ mood | awake ]

I should probably be sleeping now, but I find myself wide awake.

It must be all that studying.

I have gone through so many pages of notes, I am quite confident that I could tackle the N.E.W.Ts sleeping. But again, I find myself often awake these days. And nights. There are things to be done, owls to be written, Firsties to scar.

Alas, they completely avoid me these days. They must have heard rumours about those I am close with. Or perhaps they are more interested in gazing at the 'guests' of the castle now. What color did you drown them with, Weasley? Orange. Indeed. Theodore, that would be a nightmare for you, would it not? I do not know why I remember your distaste for the colour; probably because it was one of the few things you had good taste in.

None of that matters anymore.

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[09 Apr 2005|11:27pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

My room is very quiet. So is the common room. This is all very boring. I did not even bother to go to Hogsmeade.

Theodore, I saw that look you gave me in the common room. I do not know what you were thinking, but I am sure it was wrong. I am sure this is all very wrong.

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Creevey. [03 Apr 2005|10:22pm]
[ mood | infuriated ]

Your brother is a complete and utter menace. He should be more careful where he's walking next time or I shall make sure he is the one squashed underfoot.

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[15 Feb 2005|08:18pm]
Are you angry?
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Chi tace acconsente. [10 Feb 2005|03:54pm]
[ mood | satisfied ]

It is a Thursday it seems, the day following the compleanno of my caro mio. Another day, another year older and what a man you have become. It was your day we celebrated yesterday, but I felt like I was given a special present as well. The gift that keeps on giving.

Again, it is only time we wait for.

Father's letters have become shorter, he appears to be busy. I can see why. He asks only about my school activities but there is more revealed in what he does not ask.

In between more exciting moments of the week I have been restocking some of my personal potion supplies. I had a bid in for some human teeth, but that transaction apparently fell through. In the meantime, I suppose I should practise for Defence Against the Dark Arts. I have been slipping on my outside class hexing and cursing. Perhaps you would like to join me later, Blaise? I would be extremely disappointed to lose you to another series of detentions. Ones with Professor Malfoy, no less.

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[26 Jan 2005|08:04pm]
Well, that explains a few things.
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[20 Jan 2005|04:28pm]
[ mood | working ]

On the off chance the world does not end before the summer, it seems some studying for NEWTs will be required. Father and mother have reminded me even though they know better. Silly though, those tests will prepare us for nothing that is out there. Not to mention, there are the people who are not even interested in the results of such exams when we get out of school. Or even now.

But we go along, don't we? Always playing along.

However, the library is dull. I am not sure why I bother.

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[02 Jan 2005|03:53pm]
[ mood | satisfied ]

Just two days into the new year. There are already changes that I believe will prove fruitful.

On the other hand, some people should not get their hopes up. Or their expectations.

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A mali estremi, estremi rimedi. [21 Dec 2004|04:15pm]
[ mood | surly ]

I must confess I hardly feel very forgiving when my own house has been invaded. Theodore, I hope you are pleased with yourself, and enjoying the company of my parents and the luxuries of Bulstrode Manor. I'll be locked in my wing for dinner, once more.

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[13 Dec 2004|01:04pm]
[ mood | worried ]

What is wrong with the staff?? Why did they haul them off? This obviously had nothing to do with Blaise or Draco. And Creevey has nothing to do with them.

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Theodore. [06 Dec 2004|04:26pm]
[ mood | pessimistic ]

Blaise mentioned something about you needing work on your charms and spells. I might be willing to help you, but there is a price: information.

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Questions. [20 Nov 2004|01:14am]
Mrs. Weasley - here are my questions. I am not sure if you have dancing lessons every Saturday, but I do not mind biding my time.

Did you always plan on having many children, even if you could not afford them?

What did you want to accomplish most after leaving school?

What was your earliest impression of The Dark Lord?

Do you consider yourself a Muggle-lover?

How did the first War directly impact your family and life?

When He disappeared did you believe your side had won?

Did you ever feel like you were betraying your blood and heritage?


Thank you.
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Well. [12 Nov 2004|09:14pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Some things are more interesting and productive than whinging about a ruddy school assignment. Especially one coming from a ghost. Nevertheless, I cannot help but balk at the thought that I must associate with the kind of people mother and father always told me to avoid.

I figure I should owl Mrs. Weasley with questions, but is there actually a house for the owl to go to? I'm not sure. Pansy, you would know, right? I suppose something will come up.

For my fellow Slytherins: if you see anymore bats, let me know. I believe I have finally rounded them all up but they clever little creatures. Theodore, I feel the need to state that the guano one of them left on your pillow last week was not a birthday present. Not at all.

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Chi fa falla, e chi non fa sfarfalla. [20 Oct 2004|01:50pm]
[ mood | bored ]

The dorm is relatively quiet, sans Pansy. Her Howler was audible here, but I have retained my hearing. I find myself exceedingly thankful she does not wish to continue to say goodnight to her dorm mates all the way from France. I am ever so proud of her and her quick skills when it comes to languages. I feel I must now continue working on my Italian and French to keep up.

Father will grow impatient if I fall behind in his little studies for me. I'm not sure why he harps on these side skills as he always has; he once told me I should learn the language of my ancestors. Every couple of years I get dragged to France. Italian is preferable, however. I have more motivation to learn it.

Unfortunately, I've finished my homework assignments. I even finished reading the books my father sent and owled them back, along with letters about them.

Now I am utterly bored.

Blaise, I feel there should be secrets whispered in my ear.

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[06 Oct 2004|03:50pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Another package from father, this time with a several old French texts he wants me to translate. I will never understand why he feels the need to send me assignments when I am at school. He always wants to make sure I am well-rounded in my knowledge and prepared. Apparently.

Theodore. My mother included a small package for your father. Noblesse oblige, I am sure. I do not feel like bringing it to you directly, so should you find the time to come fetch it, I will probably be in the common room.

Probably.

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Atropa Belladonna. [15 Sep 2004|02:29pm]
[ mood | curious ]

Father found out about the Quidditch protest and took it as a sign I needed more useful ways to spend my time. As usual, this meant he sent me several books. One was a treatise on the history, cultivation, constituents, and uses of Deadly Nightshade, also known as Belladonna. I started out taking notes only because he'll expect a report, but it turns out this is rather interesting.

"The plant is not common in England, and has become rarer of late years. Although chiefly a native of the southern counties, being almost confined to calcareous soils, it has been sparingly found in twenty-eight British counties, mostly in waste places, quarries and near old ruins. In Scotland it is rare. Under the shade of trees, on wooded hills, on chalk or limestone, it will grow most luxuriantly, forming bushy plants several feet high, but specimens growing in places exposed to the sun are apt to be dwarfed, consequently it rarely attains such a large size when cultivated in the open, and is more subject to the attacks of insects than when growing wild under natural conditions. The cultivation of Belladonna in England dates at least from the sixteenth century. A man by the name of Gerard was the first English writer to adopt the Italian name."

I've seen it occasionally, but father made sure I never handled it personally. I remember being told stories as a little girl about how Belladonna is supposed to have been the plant that poisoned the troops of Marcus Antonius during the Parthian wars.

Belladonna is highly poisonous, but if you know what you are doing with it, it has non-lethal uses as well. Of course, I know some would argue it's lethal uses are very useful. I would not disagree.

Not everything is black and white.

It does seem to be rarer in England and Scotland these days, but I don't think it will ever truly vanish. I am not the only one who can imagine the benefits of this plant, and I am not the only one to be intrigued by it's deadly beauty.

Who can say if or when I will come across Belladonna next, but I am already more informed. One can never be too careful.

There's even more information in this treatise, but I feel like a reading break. Draco? Pansy? Blaise?

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[10 Sep 2004|03:25am]
I'm bored and tired and wet and trying to remember I'm here for the Slytherin Quidditch team. For Draco and Blaise. After all, I don't think my father would be pleased I'm wasting my time out here. In the rain.

Merlin, Scotland is miserable.
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[21 Jul 2004|11:03pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

I never would have believed I might find refuge in this bloody journal, but anything is better than being surrounded by the Zabini brothers. Mio caro, I cannot believe you are related to those pedantic, obnoxious, forward little ogres. Rudolpho, Fabrizio, Ravioli, Vermicelli, Variations on a theme of Paganini - WHOEVER they were need to count themselves lucky I did not hex them into thin little pieces of linguine. Very little.

Which reminds me, young Creevey, perhaps you should report in. Your fellow Gryffindors seem rather jumpy and might fear you are no longer with the living.

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La pratica vale più della grammatica. [18 Jul 2004|10:33pm]
[ mood | mischievous ]

I don't know, what say you, caro mio? Perhaps it worked after all and he died. Of course, he was quite alive when I left him.

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