Private Message to Cygnus & Orion
Saturday, 1 November 2014 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_rookwoodHow have we let run away from ourselves? This glorious we ought to be in charge of. Everything we ever wanted feet but it’s all sour sour sour and burning. Your son a traitor. No one to follow me. I told you last time I’d given up on a son I’m failing to find even apprentice to pass on what I can. Bode’s a failure, Strangeweale’s insane. We create a pristine world where the best and we no longer had to cower in fear of pathetic muggles. Now I find myself branded and beholden to our great charismatic hope, the insane half-blood. He’s so powerful. I had to cower and debase today. Because he’s too bloody stupid to that unique magical works are unpredictable and the powerblind fool how closely he’d tied his personal this working. and there’s something off about His magic like He’s split his
You should have control of the situation actually accountable to this madman? He’s on our leash not be the puppetmaster! Fix the other old families falling away. Already Lucius and Dominic my floo calls. Their elves were unconscionably rude the last time. It to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be. There are wizards, real and witches not just those of debased blood, that are opposing Realm. We should be the shining to the wizarding world, but no one has followed new world. Is it because He is crazy? should be consolidated by now with everyone reaping the our glorious plan. But it’s all falling apart. Towns are vanishing off the map. Not a house or a cupboard behind Fidelius entire bloody towns. No one outside in. No one has come out. But they hum and plus with magic. When I walk what should be the edge I can feel the magic dancing through my blood. It pulses my bowels. The song of it plays in my mind heavenly choirs ringing out. I can play it like an instrument by following runic paths around where Staltash should be. Whoever did this gambled their life on rock solid research. Was it that old goat Albus or the blood traitor Cyrus?
What can we do to rein him in? We must fix this before all is ashes and ruin. Ashes and ruin ashes and ruin ashes and ruin. No NO I will not take your potion again NO NO NO NONONONONONONONO.
You should have control of the situation actually accountable to this madman? He’s on our leash not be the puppetmaster! Fix the other old families falling away. Already Lucius and Dominic my floo calls. Their elves were unconscionably rude the last time. It to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be. There are wizards, real and witches not just those of debased blood, that are opposing Realm. We should be the shining to the wizarding world, but no one has followed new world. Is it because He is crazy? should be consolidated by now with everyone reaping the our glorious plan. But it’s all falling apart. Towns are vanishing off the map. Not a house or a cupboard behind Fidelius entire bloody towns. No one outside in. No one has come out. But they hum and plus with magic. When I walk what should be the edge I can feel the magic dancing through my blood. It pulses my bowels. The song of it plays in my mind heavenly choirs ringing out. I can play it like an instrument by following runic paths around where Staltash should be. Whoever did this gambled their life on rock solid research. Was it that old goat Albus or the blood traitor Cyrus?
What can we do to rein him in? We must fix this before all is ashes and ruin. Ashes and ruin ashes and ruin ashes and ruin. No NO I will not take your potion again NO NO NO NONONONONONONONO.
