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I hear more whispers. They talk of moving me to the hospital. Couldn't risk my dying before they can use me for whichever cause they choose. I get thinner each day. I am still stronger than they realize, my malaise most often being put on for their benefit. Only half of their fortifying spells penetrate through, though I doubt they realize it ( Read more... ) -
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It appears as though I have created quite a stir. At least four, perhaps five men stormed into my cell last evening, one of them demanding that nutrition spells be cast. After a minute or two of arguing about my 'civil rights,' the one I assume was some kind of medi-wizard complied. Wandless, I was not able to block it at first, but as some ( Read more... ) -
A Delivery
I thought that I was dreaming when they brought it in. I've had so many dreams like that; that Draco enters my cell and sets me free, that I recieve letters from him, from Narcissa and Father and so many who have left me...
But it is not a dream. I wake and there it is, sitting on the edge of my cot. I haven't the strength yet. -
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My head aches, whether it is from the cold stale air or the lack of real food, I am not sure. They give me nothing for it and for days now it has been like a slow grinding into my skull.
I have no news at all. Nothing of Draco, nothing of the world. -
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Azkaban has changed since my last stay. Is that what you would call it.. a stay? The word seems more fit to describe a fortnight at the shore. Incarceration, is I suppose more appropriate. As I was saying, Azkaban has changed. No longer do I have to fear for my soul. No, apparently now there are higher standards being applied. I nearly ( Read more... ) -
What you don't know can hurt you
I'm fairly sure that he knows now. The opening of their new shop was delayed for unnown reasons; a move that I can't see the two of them making, if it was not for my visit. He didn't know at the time. I'm sure of it. Each move, each word was just as I imagine it is for the traitor. It was tempting just to take him there... to cut him deeply ( Read more... ) -
Boredom
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Journal - Dueling
I can't remember when I've felt so much energy. Certainly not since before Azkaban.. before that place. The duel with Draco was wild, fierce and free, pushing me in ways that I had long ago forgotten. Yet, it didn't end when he returned home. The blood still rushed through me so that I could hear it in my ears, like the ocean ( Read more... ) -
Moving forward
Draco's position in the Wizarding world is growing stronger, as is Tristan's control over his own magic. The public seems to believe that I have taken a sabbatical of sorts.
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Nightmares
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