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I can't help but amuse myself with this thought:
You all used to be so afraid of me - A killer.
I'm not so different now, am I? -
Private to Ciarán
Ciarán, darling boy.
Forgive my delay in response. I could not risk talk of blood in a manner which someone could get their hands on. I have fallen under quite a bit of speculation, as you can imagine.
Your serum is quite astounding. I must confess that even I had my doubts. Blood is such a difficult stain.Perhaps if you have time away from your ( Read more... ) -
Private to self
I can feel it burning... a stray bit of skin where there had once been a mark. A mark to be proud of.
Now there's only a jumble of tangled scars. It's a grim reminder of what day it really was.
And yet, it still burns. -
Private to Draco
Dearest nephew,
Your silence is unnerving. What is it you have been doing with your time?
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Ciarán Malone
Impressive display of craftsmanship, Mr. Malone. Perhaps your good reputation is well deserved.
I'm also impressed that you know my measurements so intimately. -
Private to self
Delicious, absolutely delicious. The sight of her shop in ruins, her posters burning about London.
She deserved much worse. But this will do for now. -
Private to Self
Twelfth night.
Twelfth night masque.
Masquerade.
Oh the poetry of it all. The delightful, chaotic, dangerous poetry of it all.
My brother in law is not so useless as I would be obliged to believe. -
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Insufferable holiday.
I hope you all know how ridiculous you all look in your paper crowns. I should toast to you and the entertainment you offer as the paper packages you juggle fall in a rain puddle.
Here's to your holiday, filled with family squabbles, burned roasts, and your pudding setting the house on fire. Cheers.