Hexed hexed hexed private to self
I'm amazed at my own cleverness sometimes. If only Roddy was here, to sit and wait and watch until the whole thing unfolds. I hear him, his soothing, deep voice - it tempers my impatience. So few steps left to take. Those fools! Those simpering, mudblood-loving fools. Don't they even know how much they look down on the muggle condition? All in due time.
Pity accommodations could not be made for Augustus, if only we'd had contact before dinner began. Too late for that now, though. Such an admirable man, tainted only by his fondness for the that Daphne girl. He's apparently close to holding some sway over Lucius, a notion that tickles my flesh with anticipation. We need some way to reign in his ego. And ugh, Draco. What excuses can Lucius make for you? Or for himself? My sister deserves a son who would do her proud. And if I must employ cruder tools to bring this about, so be it - clearly, they need my help. Somewhat troubling though, I have no heard from Greyback in what feels like too long.
But no matter, I'll not allow my excitement to be stifled. Soon, my Lord! Soon we can proceed to the next step! Soon we will taste the amuse busche to our feast of revenge. They think themselves so high and mighty because of their sympathies but NOW they'll see just how flaccid their beliefs truly are. Such pretension! Oh can you not sense it, my Lord? Soon, my love. So very, very soon.