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Unsent owl to one Claire Darling Nott:
Claire,
You probably died thinking that I hated you. Well, mother, the truth is I never did. You had no idea I was right behind the pillar as you slid the knife over your wrists and chest and neck. But I was. I saw the whole thing and couldn’t stop you because it’s what you wanted. You were going to die from that disease sooner or later, so you said “why not sooner?” and you did it. I remember the tears falling down your cheeks. I remember how your cheeks were usually rosy, but that day they were pale. Horribly, frightening, deathly pale. That was another reason why I couldn’t stop you; death had taken over you that day. I could see it all day; it was in the way you walked, the way you kissed father, the way you poured your milk, the way you sat on the edge of your seat, the glass of milk shaking in your hand as you looked over your shoulder every few moments. You knew someone was watching you… that death was watching you. It took over you and ended your life that day.
You know, father’s never been the same since then. I often find him in his study, his glasses halfway down his nose and his eyes tightly shut, muttering to himself. And do you know what he’s muttering? “Where is my sweet, beautiful Claire? Come back to me my love,” that’s what he’s muttering. He’s changed a lot, mother. He’s a Death Eater and he asks me when I’m going to get my Mark and I really don’t want one so I avoid meetings as much as I can. He’s getting impatient, though, and this is starting to become worrisome because I find myself obeying most of his orders like the pet that I am.
Wow, this is longer than I expected it to me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I miss you mother and wish you were here this mother’s day. I hope I’m everything you wanted me to be; I did this all for you and I hope you see me as a respectable, intelligent young man. Oh, and these drops on the parchment? Just ignore them, I think the roof’s leaking again.
Your son,
Theodore Nott. [/private]
I wish you idiots would quit complaining and just do the work for yourselves, you lazy cows. (Note; this is only aimed at the lot of you that continue whining as though that's going to solve anything). Funny, I'm usually the one to complain but I find that I don't mind this all that much. Maybe we'll all freeze to death, YAY! And before you people in other houses make assumptions, no I do not own 6425794192879 house elves at my mansion and even if I did; I'd never ask them to work in this dump. Glad that's cleared up, then!
Claire,
You probably died thinking that I hated you. Well, mother, the truth is I never did. You had no idea I was right behind the pillar as you slid the knife over your wrists and chest and neck. But I was. I saw the whole thing and couldn’t stop you because it’s what you wanted. You were going to die from that disease sooner or later, so you said “why not sooner?” and you did it. I remember the tears falling down your cheeks. I remember how your cheeks were usually rosy, but that day they were pale. Horribly, frightening, deathly pale. That was another reason why I couldn’t stop you; death had taken over you that day. I could see it all day; it was in the way you walked, the way you kissed father, the way you poured your milk, the way you sat on the edge of your seat, the glass of milk shaking in your hand as you looked over your shoulder every few moments. You knew someone was watching you… that death was watching you. It took over you and ended your life that day.
You know, father’s never been the same since then. I often find him in his study, his glasses halfway down his nose and his eyes tightly shut, muttering to himself. And do you know what he’s muttering? “Where is my sweet, beautiful Claire? Come back to me my love,” that’s what he’s muttering. He’s changed a lot, mother. He’s a Death Eater and he asks me when I’m going to get my Mark and I really don’t want one so I avoid meetings as much as I can. He’s getting impatient, though, and this is starting to become worrisome because I find myself obeying most of his orders like the pet that I am.
Wow, this is longer than I expected it to me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I miss you mother and wish you were here this mother’s day. I hope I’m everything you wanted me to be; I did this all for you and I hope you see me as a respectable, intelligent young man. Oh, and these drops on the parchment? Just ignore them, I think the roof’s leaking again.
Your son,
Theodore Nott. [/private]
I wish you idiots would quit complaining and just do the work for yourselves, you lazy cows. (Note; this is only aimed at the lot of you that continue whining as though that's going to solve anything). Funny, I'm usually the one to complain but I find that I don't mind this all that much. Maybe we'll all freeze to death, YAY! And before you people in other houses make assumptions, no I do not own 6425794192879 house elves at my mansion and even if I did; I'd never ask them to work in this dump. Glad that's cleared up, then!