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[13 Mar 2008|01:04am] |
I have a new kitten. His name is Carrington. Bellatrix found him. He's quite... rambunctious. He's already ruined a pair of my trousers. But he's quite warm and the house is a touch drafty, so I suppose I can put up with him. I've never had a pet before, unless Mother's old owl counts. Nasty brute, that thing used to be. It's dead now, I suppose. Good riddance.
I've registered with the Ministry. It was the easiest way to cut through the red tape at Gringotts. Turns out that my personal savings account never did get incorporated into the family vault. I was still listed as "missing" when Mother died, so she couldn't close it for me. And I suppose that you, Sirius, probably didn't even think of me. Figures.
Private to Self:
Oh, Lord. There's a kidnapped boy in the spare room.
Grindelwald told Bella and I to keep on eye on him, make sure he stays where he is. Not difficult right now, seeing as he's been unconscious since he got here.
I do not feel good about this. I mean, Grindelwald is working for a better world, I know that. But the guy in the spare room... He's even younger than me. How much of a threat could he possibly be? I do not feel good about this at all.
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[20 Feb 2008|08:09pm] |
So. I'm trying to work out any possible benefits there would be to my registering with the Ministry. I'm not particularly fond of the idea, but I had a not inconsiderable savings at Gringotts at the time of my death. I'm not sure whether or not Mother and Father would have absorbed that account into their own vault or not. I've looked into it a bit and I was listed as "missing" (rightly so) for seven years before I was declared officially dead. And though I still can't quite believe it it seems that Father died shortly after I did and Mother died six years afterwards, so I don't think either of them ever closed up my personal accounts. But the goblins refuse to let me check. Irritating, bureaucratic little bastards
( Dorcas )
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[04 Feb 2008|02:34pm] |
Good Lord. I have never been so bored in my life. Which is very bizarre, as one would normally assume that being dead for more than 20 years and then coming back to life would be at least a little time-consuming. For those of you who don't know any better, let me enlighten you: It's not.
( Private to Self )
I think I need to get out more.
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[26 Jan 2008|02:16am] |
Well. Hello. I am still getting used to these journals, so forgive any errors on my part.
It seems I'm dead. Was dead. It doesn't come as much of a surprise, I suppose. But I would like to take this opportunity to quickly clear up what seems to be a common misconception to everybody in this... time.
I, Regulus Arcturus Black, died as a result of something stupid that I did entirely of my own free will. It was actually something of an accident, sort of, if not an unexpected one. A fatal lapse in judgement, if you will. Any rumours about the Dark Lord killing me my being murdered are false. Just wanted to set the record straight.
( Private to Dorcas )
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[18 Jan 2008|05:37pm] |
I--
Is someone--
Is this working right? I've never seen one of these journal things before, so I'm not entirely sure how to approach it. Um. Yes. Well.
Yes, well. This is Regulus Black. Um. I am very cold and wet . terrifically confused . in rather desperate need of assistance. not entirely sure what's going on. I, for lack of a better word, woke up several hours ago in the Dark Lord's somewhere very strange. I was forced to swim in the wretchedly cold ocean for several minutes, very much against my desires, I assure you, and when I finally emerged and was able to apparate away, I found that my house was gone! Yes, gone. Not burned down and knocked over--just not there. The space between the neighbours' houses in Grimmauld Place where MY home should be is just non-existent. I am not pleased by this development.
I wasn't really sure what to do at that point, so for some unfathomable reason I apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. I was fairly... bedraggled, I suppose. But the barman, whoever he was, for I've never seen him before, just looked at me for a moment, sighed and said, "Another one, eh?" and gave me this book, told me to write in it and said, "someone else can 'splain it much better 'an I can, I'd wager." Unhelpful peasant.
Can someone please immediately explain what happened to me and where my house went? And, on a possibly related note, why is it snowing when it's supposed to be August?
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[16 Jan 2008|05:17pm] |
Application for Tesseracts, Regulus A. Black
( In progress )
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