Walburga Black, Pensieve Memory, Summer 1975

[bellicism]

Name: Walburga Black
Format: Pensieve Memory
Date: Summer 1975
Relevance: Walburga's worst memory.

Comments

[viridigitus]

A pity, but the right thing to do in the end. One needs to cut off the diseased parts before the infection spreads.

[bellicism]

You need not tell these things to me, I alone am strong enough to do what is needed. My brother's name went next, then my niece's.

[viridigitus]

Of course. It's the duty of the head of the family to do these things and you fulfill that role perfectly.

It can be a hard thing though, casting out those who were at one time so close.

[bellicism]

I burnt his name off quickly, before wound could fester, like cauterising it. And then he was gone, and all was calm again.

You know, then?

[hexed_gideon]

*turns away after he's seen the memory, wishing he hadn't seen it*
*has the impression he's seen infanticide and matricide at the same time*
*exits quietly again*

[bellicism]

*watches him silently with unreadable eyes and a hint of an odd, almost willful smile*

[grim_smile]

I'm going with the idea that we're jumping in in the middle of an argument. If this doesn't work for you just let me know and we can figure out something else! :D

*cheeks flushed and eyes bright with anger*
If you're not even going to listen to me, Mother, then I don't see any point in having this conversation. You've never listened to a damned word I've ever said, have you?

[bellicism]

*each word bitten out through her teeth*
I've heard more than I'd like coming out of your mouth, and nearly all of it your sorry attempts at winding me up.

*sickly smile* What is it you have to say, precious, that you want mummy to hear?

Fine with me! :D

[grim_smile]

*his own teeth clamp down, muscles in his cheek jumping with the force of it*
If you thought about anything apart from blood and duty, maybe I wouldn't be so offensive to you.

*takes a shaky breath, attempting to calm himself but not having a great deal of luck*
You think they've corrupted me. You think they've changed me against my will, and it's not true. This *gestures helplessly around himself at the dark room* is meaningless. *thumps himself in the chest* I feel it down to my bones, Mother. And you still expect me to be happy with it. To hate what you do and think what you do without any real reason.

[bellicism]

*snaps*
Don't presume to know what goes on in my head, child.

*lips trembling into a grimace*
Your bones know better than you where they belong. Your blood knows. And you are- changed. You are dizzy with nonsense that makes you hate yourself and your home, your family. Your family, Sirius. What else will you declare meaningless? What else will you cast off?
*hisses dangerously* Arrogant creature. I expect you to respect the house that's raised you.

[blackdasphodele]

*frowns worriedly*
Auntie?

[bellicism]

Have you come to see me, Cissy? Are you worried?
*laughs flatly and beckons her in with a jerk of her head*
*already walking back up to her bedroom*

[blackdasphodele]

*nods a little, uncertain, but follows her without vocalised question*

[bellicism]

*slumps into a chair at her desk and looks out of the window*
Sit, child, will you? Hovering about like a ghost.

[kissed_soul]

Too close to home for comfort. Sorry.

[bellicism]

No problem. :)