I like the start of the new year. It always feels like a new chance, full of possibilities. This year, I think, will be quite an amazing one.
We went to see the body on Saturday. Everyone from work, at the Ministry that is, had already been. I felt like the last person in the Protectorate to go, but with the wedding and that, we've been a bit busy. We finally got a chance to go, though, while the shop was shut for New Years Day. It was a bit unpleasant, to be honest. The queues weren't too bad when we were there, thank goodness, and we brought chairs and a picnic to make a bit of a day of it. Some of the others in the queue came and sat with us, and we were quite a jolly group, so that was nice.
Seeing the body, though. It's hard to face, I suppose, knowing that I'm related to such a man. I never met him, of course, and I had the great advantage of being raised by Mr and Mrs Crouch, and of having Barty's very good example of how one ought to behave. But Black was brought up by the most decent, upstanding pureblood family you can imagine, and we all know how he turned out. What makes someone from a good family turn out so wrong?
Junius suggested that it might have reminded me of my own unfortunate situation and the decisions my mother made, but I think it may be more impending motherhood is making me think about how my own actions will shape my child - and what things about him or her might turn out to be beyond my control.
We'll just have to do what we can to offer the best example possible. Starting with a prenatal visit to see first hand the consequences of trying to cause harm to the Protectorate. What a story to tell him or her when he or she is old enough to understand. I think it'll become one of those moments that we all remember for the rest of our lives.
Oh, there was some ridiculous mistake in The Sunday Prophet this weekend too. I'm quite annoyed - the announcement was very clear when I sent it in. I don't know how they managed to mess it up so badly. Junius was really embarrassed to be associated with such scandal. The Prophet are lucky we don't sue for libel.
We went to see the body on Saturday. Everyone from work, at the Ministry that is, had already been. I felt like the last person in the Protectorate to go, but with the wedding and that, we've been a bit busy. We finally got a chance to go, though, while the shop was shut for New Years Day. It was a bit unpleasant, to be honest. The queues weren't too bad when we were there, thank goodness, and we brought chairs and a picnic to make a bit of a day of it. Some of the others in the queue came and sat with us, and we were quite a jolly group, so that was nice.
Seeing the body, though. It's hard to face, I suppose, knowing that I'm related to such a man. I never met him, of course, and I had the great advantage of being raised by Mr and Mrs Crouch, and of having Barty's very good example of how one ought to behave. But Black was brought up by the most decent, upstanding pureblood family you can imagine, and we all know how he turned out. What makes someone from a good family turn out so wrong?
Junius suggested that it might have reminded me of my own unfortunate situation and the decisions my mother made, but I think it may be more impending motherhood is making me think about how my own actions will shape my child - and what things about him or her might turn out to be beyond my control.
We'll just have to do what we can to offer the best example possible. Starting with a prenatal visit to see first hand the consequences of trying to cause harm to the Protectorate. What a story to tell him or her when he or she is old enough to understand. I think it'll become one of those moments that we all remember for the rest of our lives.
Oh, there was some ridiculous mistake in The Sunday Prophet this weekend too. I'm quite annoyed - the announcement was very clear when I sent it in. I don't know how they managed to mess it up so badly. Junius was really embarrassed to be associated with such scandal. The Prophet are lucky we don't sue for libel.
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Date: 2011-01-03 08:40 pm (UTC)We had to be seen to go, though. We had to sign the book. There's bound to be trouble for those that haven't.
I didn't think I'd be too bothered - I know it's not really Sirius, after all. But when I was waiting in the queue, for some reason it suddenly dawned on me that it might not be Sirius, but it's still some other chap. Someone's son, brother, husband, dad. I don't know. Do we know who he is? Was he that French chap who was helping you out, Sirius? Or one of the French aurors? Or just some unfortunate, in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Whoever he was, he didn't deserve the end he's come to. After that, I felt pretty sick.
Re: Order Only
Date: 2011-01-03 10:05 pm (UTC)We plan to Floo to St Mungo's, and I'm scheduled to take a meeting with certain of my colleagues there. Pomona's decided she could use the opportunity to make a stop or two herself.
Is there anything we could bring you?
We do have a quantity of polyjuice we've just completed, and I suppose we could leave some with you for Sirius if that seems a reasonable thing. Just to be clear: I don't believe you ought to use any of it whilst you are pregnant. Do say, of course, if you think it's not safe to bring it there, or if you'd rather not take the risk.
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Date: 2011-01-03 10:11 pm (UTC)Re: Order Only
Date: 2011-01-04 01:44 am (UTC)I saw the article about the detentions, though, and I'm glad you made sure you went. I've convinced Terrie she needs to get there before they start combing the logs to see who hasn't paid the corpse a visit.
I thought about going myself, you know. Pay respects to whomever it is who's taking my place. Didn't seem like a risk worth taking. But I wonder - how many in the queue are there for just that? Not to sound self-important, but I mean to say, it'd be comforting to think that most people aren't really there to revile my memory, but to think about the fight we haven't won yet.