One of Salazar's Chosen.
Private Entry
A student is dead.
She wasn't a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff. She was a Slytherin.
Daphne Greengrass was one of my Slytherins.
I have my suspicions. It is no big secret what turmoil our world is in. I had expected something similar like this to happen, but never, never, did I expect something such as this to happen. When the Headmaster imparted the news upon me, I did not think I could control myself. Only a few days ago, I was in the presence of the Dark Lord. Why was I not informed?
If I had listened harder to the hushed conversations the Dark Lord shared with the other death eaters, if I had given the Dark Lord that potion when he had asked for it instead of pretending that I could not brew it, I might have known. If, if, if. There is nothing certain. But I still imagine I might have been able to prevent this tragedy. It is too late now, but I must type this as it is what I truly believe. I could have prevented this.
And I think, that this, not being aware of something I should have been aware of, somehow, is the greatest crime I could have committed in this case. Daphne Greengrass's death, is perhaps, my punishment.
I thought that the Slytherins, for the most part, would go unharmed. She was just a girl. What did her death gain? And for who?
I did not see Mr. Nott until just now. He disapeared after the meeting. For a brief moment, during dinner this evening, I feared that he had somehow escaped the school and gone off to avenge the girl's death. I do not blame him. Though I would have given my teeth to avoid attending the meal this evening, I am rather relieved that Mr. Nott is still within Hogwarts. The meal was nearing unbearable once the Headmaster announced the girl's death. The House of Slytherin has been plunged into mourning. My house. The house I least expected.
I must gather my thoughts. I should be used to death by now.
I must find that last inch of control that I seem to always be able to obtain so easily in my career, and fulfill my last duties as Daphne Greegrasses Head of House. I must have her bed removed from the dormitory, the sheets taken to the laundry - a house elf can be instructed to do so. I must send my condolences to the girl's parents as required. Any belongings Greengrass left behind must be gathered. I do not even know if the girl had any pets. I do not know if I should even talk to my house.
Even while I am forcing myself to do my duties, the following words will be resounding in my mind over and over again.
One of my Slytherins is dead, and I do not know why.
A student is dead.
She wasn't a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff. She was a Slytherin.
Daphne Greengrass was one of my Slytherins.
I have my suspicions. It is no big secret what turmoil our world is in. I had expected something similar like this to happen, but never, never, did I expect something such as this to happen. When the Headmaster imparted the news upon me, I did not think I could control myself. Only a few days ago, I was in the presence of the Dark Lord. Why was I not informed?
If I had listened harder to the hushed conversations the Dark Lord shared with the other death eaters, if I had given the Dark Lord that potion when he had asked for it instead of pretending that I could not brew it, I might have known. If, if, if. There is nothing certain. But I still imagine I might have been able to prevent this tragedy. It is too late now, but I must type this as it is what I truly believe. I could have prevented this.
And I think, that this, not being aware of something I should have been aware of, somehow, is the greatest crime I could have committed in this case. Daphne Greengrass's death, is perhaps, my punishment.
I thought that the Slytherins, for the most part, would go unharmed. She was just a girl. What did her death gain? And for who?
I did not see Mr. Nott until just now. He disapeared after the meeting. For a brief moment, during dinner this evening, I feared that he had somehow escaped the school and gone off to avenge the girl's death. I do not blame him. Though I would have given my teeth to avoid attending the meal this evening, I am rather relieved that Mr. Nott is still within Hogwarts. The meal was nearing unbearable once the Headmaster announced the girl's death. The House of Slytherin has been plunged into mourning. My house. The house I least expected.
I must gather my thoughts. I should be used to death by now.
I must find that last inch of control that I seem to always be able to obtain so easily in my career, and fulfill my last duties as Daphne Greegrasses Head of House. I must have her bed removed from the dormitory, the sheets taken to the laundry - a house elf can be instructed to do so. I must send my condolences to the girl's parents as required. Any belongings Greengrass left behind must be gathered. I do not even know if the girl had any pets. I do not know if I should even talk to my house.
Even while I am forcing myself to do my duties, the following words will be resounding in my mind over and over again.
One of my Slytherins is dead, and I do not know why.