| 11; 01 May 1981 |
[01 May 12 @ 10:09am] |
[Hazel Nott]Good Afternoon, my dear. I thought I might check in and see how your article regarding the gala is coming; I realize I was rather short with my answers following our last meeting, and should it help you in any way, or if you need more information/clarification, I would be happy to provide it.
[Harrison]After allowing my head to clear, and giving the matter serious consideration, I think perhaps we might donate to St. Mungo's on behalf of the Purple Hats? A substantial but not outrageous donation; enough to merit a positive mention in the paper, but not a headline? And, so much as I believe Ashley Ketteridge to have a suicide wish, perhaps as a sign of good faith we might donate a small amount to his charity--just you and I--for Elizabeth's sake, and to aid in deflecting some of the negative attention?
Also, I thought that for our contribution to the auction items for the gala, we might donate a paid-in-full, week-long trip to some place tropic? For two up to a family of five? Given we are hosting I really wish for our donation to stand out, but I have no interest in giving up any of our ancestral or collector's items.
[Private]Mona, Isabelle, Mother, Euphemia (and likely Elizabeth), Lucretia.
To have Cally and Augusta would by optimal, but perhaps I will invite some of the other Doge women for tea. I do believe I could garner support from Echo Prewett. Other potentials might include Moll Smith, Brynn, Hazel, Callista...? I wonder about Grace Burke, but I think perhaps she is too close to Moira. I truly do not wish to spark a battle royale before I am certain what is and is not feasible.
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| 010; 26 April 1981 |
[26 Apr 12 @ 9:29pm] |
Some say a day of rain reflects its mood. I suppose that is apt today.
[Private]What complete and utter insanity. More than anything I wish that for a moment I might just... rewind today and start it over again, but with the knowledge of the day's outcome so that I might avoid the Purple Hats like the plague. I think more than anything I have learned that Walburga cannot be counted on to maintain order at meetings. I swear but the woman enjoys the drama.
I don't--
I don't even know who to speak to about this privately.
[Augusta]I will not even pretend to agree with all you stated in the journals today, Mrs. Longbottom, but I will say that I am sorry to see you go, even if the others are not. You added considerable balance to the meetings, and with Walburga at the helm... well. It was more than necessary most days.I fear that your leaving will instigate the dissolution of--
[Cally]Things rather degenerated.
[added a short while later]
[Lucretia]I hate to intrude on your evening, and please tell me if I am being too forward, but there is not one other person I can think of at this moment, outside of my husband, whom I can be honestly distressed and flabbergasted in front of.
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| 009; 22 April 1981 |
[22 Apr 12 @ 7:42pm] |
[Harrison]I understand that a point is being made--of all people, given Evan and Uncle Marcus--but is it necessary for so many to be so crass and inappropriate? I do believe that we were all raised better than to behave so.
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| 008; 28 March 1981 |
[28 Mar 12 @ 8:02am] |
[Private]I don't understand what anyone thinks they are accomplishing by tarring everyone of a purist background with the same brush. The blatant assumption that we all live to mock and demean muggles and muggleborn people is ludicrous and frustrating. As though I do not have better things to do with my time. So many seem bent on playing the pity card and behaving as though they are victims of circumstance. Is this not precisely what people have been saying regarding the Ministry in terms of personal accountability? Everyone and their mother jumps to conclusions because Lucretia Prewett doesn't have a can-do-no-wrong view of the Ministry of Magic in a time of war, but purists and/or members of the Walpurgis Party are meant to sit idly and quietly by, ignoring the fact that a now very large majority of people are attempting to portray them all as insensitive bigots? The irony here is absolutely astounding! Incidentally, I will NOT apologize for the behavior of a few idiotic, simple-minded witches and wizards who seem unable to hold their tongues. If you want to prove that you are far and beyond such labels and insinuations, rise above them! Show that you are absolute and dedicated citizens of the magical world, representatives of an outstanding, unique, and extensive culture!
We owe you nothing, and particularly not a pat on the head for your blood status!
Ugh. I would dearly love to post this publicly, but I cannot stand the thought of indignant mudbloods racing to call me an oppressor, or tell me that I am belittling their plight. Beyond that it is probably wise to not continually bring this topic back to the forefront of discussion, particularly in the journals, where people seem to think that communication by quill is a carte blanche to speak and behave like ignoramuses.
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| 007; 21 March 1981 |
[21 Mar 12 @ 8:17pm] |
My dearest little Astoria is a week past her three month birthday. But time goes by so fast! She is such a happy girl; nothing deters her smile, I swear to Salazaar. Her excitement in new discoveries shines across her every feature, and my but I wish I were able to get such a thrill in day-to-day life. There are bright moments and dull ones, and everything in between, but nothing that has, in a long time, elicited such obvious joy the way world does for Astoria. The same for Sylvester and Daphne. As adults we've known or understood things for so long that the magic of knowing them fades in time, or so I find. Children are a shining reminder that there is, truly, so much to barefacedly enjoy.
Even--and perhaps especially--amid war.
[Narcissa]Good evening, my darling! I've good news on the gala front. After some consideration, Daddy has offered the Rosier estate grounds for our use. Utilizing them would save us considerable money that could be put toward other ventures, and they are rather large, as I'm sure you remember. Additionally, I've prepared a draft for requesting liquor donations from/for various establishments; would you like me to owl you a copy to review and alter, for your endorsement? Or would it be best to send it directly to Walburga? [Mona]I wish so desperately some days that I were able to make the executive decisions related to The Purple Hats.
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| 006; 04 March 1981 |
[04 Mar 12 @ 8:47pm] |
[Private]To-Do! - Talk to Daddy about potentially using Rosier estate for the gala; the grounds are vast! I didn't want to say anything in front of the other ladies as Daddy can be rather fickle, but I could tell by the look in Mother's eye that she'll have been buttering him up for the prospect.
- Shall I send out a general request for liquor donations? I daresay that might be the best route, particularly without seeming... to favor certain establishments. Though the idea is agitating it would hardly look well on the Purple Hats to 'overlook' anyone. I will compile a list and letter soon, and show Narcissa before sending it out.
- Possibilities for donations? I daresay an open invitation to businesses in magical communities would do, similarly to the liquor... and perhaps to some of the wealthier families? Objects that few could bid on, surely, but grand enough and catching enough to reflect well on those doing the providing.
[Mona & Isabelle]Have either of you been to see Daddy or Mother in the past few days?
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| 005; 08 February 1981 |
[08 Feb 12 @ 2:19pm] |
[Warded to Slytherins, minus Noah Burbage]My God. I have no idea how to respond to this.
I don't know what the Ministry has been hoping to accomplish with its mandated sensativity training, but I certainly doubt it was that.
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| 004; 07 February 1981 |
[07 Feb 12 @ 7:28pm] |
It is overwhelmingly sad that such a beautiful moon can bring about such horrific things. I always did love astronomy in my school days, and now that Sylvester is getting older, he's developed an interest in the sky himself. We named many constellations tonight, with the full moon in the foreground all the while, looming... it's almost mocking. While they absolutely terrify me, I cannot help but feel badly for those suffering halfbreeds. It is not as though they asked for such a horrendous affliction.
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| 003; 31 January 1981 |
[31 Jan 12 @ 7:56pm] |
Strange, what some consider to be good fun these days.
It does not do to forget who we are, and what we come from.
[Mona & Isabelle]What I would not give to slap Sirius Black straight across his obnoxious mouth. How dare he mock someone else's wedding day, two people with whom he is not even minutely friendly! Such a presumptuous, idiotic, attention-seeking child. I do not envy Narcissa in dealing with his constant stain on the Black name.
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| 002; 21 January 1981 |
[21 Jan 12 @ 7:32pm] |
[Warded to Purist Friends]I perhaps should not have laughed, but when Henry was relating last night's incident to the children at breakfast this morning (quoting Rita Skeeter heavily, mind), Sylvester made a little noise of terror and exclaimed, "What a waste of pies!"
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| 001; 10 January 1981 |
[10 Jan 12 @ 7:47pm] |
Are babies not forever fascinating? She is not even a month old, but little Astoria is already so alert and concerned with her surroundings. I had almost forgotten how delightful it is to watch little ones make life's discoveries. Sylvester and Daphne, too, are completely and utterly enamoured with their little sister. They sit with her and try to teach her things. I've told them both that she is too young to say their names, or than to do much beyond making incomprehensibly adorable faces at them, but that does not deter them in the slightest.
Ah, motherhood.
I only wish my dear brother and great-uncle were still with us, and able to meet and spoil their newest niece. As they say: If wishes were were horses, beggars would ride.
[Calypso]Given the relief I've felt since giving birth to Astoria, I can only imagine how much you must be looking forward to March. Is the nausea still persisting? I've been thinking about it, and knowing that Edgar has been undoubtedly busy, and that you have a lot on your plate with your work and the children... I believe I've come up with a lovely idea. (As wholly unladylike as it perhaps was/is, our ongoing commentary on Walburga's astonishing wardrobe aided me considerably as a distraction during this last pregnancy, particularly once I could no longer distinguish between my calves and my ankles--I can't help but wish to return the favour!) Mother has agreed to watch my three and your two tomorrow afternoon, so that we might have a spot of lunch and shopping, just the two of us. I need to get you a baby gift as it is, and what better opportunity?
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