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[29 May 2005|05:27pm]
I'm sorry you had to hear it from Miles. I know I owe most of you a longer story, but I don't know how I'm going to tell everything that needs to be said. I'll tell it, though.
Bottom line is, all, Hazel McKormack is dead. Sameth killed her himself. I... I am sorry. I'll tell it as best I can, for the sake of her friends.
I've been posing as a supporter every few nights for the last few months, so I was there, at that gathering. Hazel was getting very close to one of the younger male vampires, and he did seem to be after a little more than blood. Many of them were like that. There was a crowd, though, between us, so I can say nothing for certain.
Everyone knew when Sameth arrived. The gather had seemed pretty informal up until that moment, when the room went still and waiting, all attention was snapped onto him. There was just complete silence with no signal. i don't know how common this knowledge about vampires is but: older, or more powerful vampires have a different sort of magic to witches and wizards. Sameth can command a room's attention simply by willing it be so.
His main concern that night was the loyalty of his followers- the seriousness of everyone at the gathering. He honed in on younger humans, and he found Hazel. He asked, like he had others, "what are you here for?"
And she said, coy, "whatever you want me for."
I still cannot understand why that was the wrong answer for him. I don't... I just can't. He stroked her throat and she tipped her head- but when he grabbed her I knew it wasn't just to feel. His intent was so powerful, there was a collective flinch among humans in the room.
She screamed Monique's name, then gasped before silence.
I can't describe is. Don't ask me to. What happened next... I was through the crowd and attacking him before I realised what I was doing- i could head him talking and I must have been shoving through people as he spoke. Something about being there for your own agenda and not his. And so long as your own agenda was his, he wouldn't have to enforce it.
He stopped feeding when I attacked him- I wasn't fast enough. Of course.
I should have died, I know, but I'd found too much to live for. I'd been fighting a good fight, and couldn't just stop because I was dying. And I was scared. When it came right down to it, I was scared of dying, of loosing, and I just couldn't face death. I had thought I could. I've been preparing myself for it for over a year now... Last April I was diagnosed with leukemia and they didn't think I'd live as long as this. That's how I left the castle- I was on my way for an appointment at the hospital.
I'm not asking anyone to accept this, I'm not even going to demand that you understand. In short, I'm asking of you what I am of myself; I don't accept this, and I don't understand it. But... here:
Someone bit me; it wasn't Sameth, he threw me at someone else. Sameth spoke to me, teasing. I don't know how he knew I was sick, but he played on that note for a long time as I felt the world start to spin. I dropped my stake and he reached to pick it up, and couldn't. I have a little pride that my steak repelled him. He looked up at me, and there was something going on behind his eyes- I can't tell what a creature like that thinks, and I could barely see him. My vision was swimming and I was convinced I was about to die. I don't deny I was sobbing. If I wanted to be arrogant I'd say I though he was scared of me, of what I'd managed to do to that steak that he couldn't turn it against me- and that I'd managed to get this far into his private party. Maybe it was just sadism.
You see, vampires can't use human magic. Theory goes that human magic all stems from life, and since vampires aren't alive there's no way for them to get access to that kind of magic. It takes a long time- decades, at the very least, if one is extremely talented. So a witch who is powerful in life wouldn't be able to hold a candle to his power in death. Maybe that was what he was thinking.
When blood was offered. I took it. I couldn't not live.
For Hazel's friends and family, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let it go that far and I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough. I'm sorry she chose to be there.
For Tobias and my Slytherins: I'm sorry I let you down so badly. I know any right to call you my own is gone, but I still think of you that way.
For Kane... Sorry isn't enough.
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[25 Nov 2004|01:27am]
[ mood | determined ]


No, I will not sit back and let this happen to my House.

Three Slytherins missing, and one called home too close to the start of this war to be conincidental. I'm not going to sit here and watch my house fall apart like this, I'm going to to find them, and offer them at least a chance. I'm not afraid, and I've been preparing myself for death for months. Better to die a martyr than in a hospital bed somewhere. Kane- I should have told you, now there's too much to say.

I've told Professor Calima all I knew- all we know, Tobias, and I'm leaving you in charge.

Look after them.

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Important: [08 Nov 2004|11:15pm]
[ mood | distressed ]

Does anyone, teacher or student, know anything about where Monique Rastinov has been for the past week? If you do, could you let me know as soon as possible please.

Tobias, Constantina, we need to talk.

My Slytherins, and all other students... be on your gaurd, will you. Something's happening.

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[30 Oct 2004|09:34pm]
[ mood | sympathetic ]

To the Ravenclaw-Lupin family; if there is anything I can do for you, let me know. Artemisia, if you need any help with your duties as Head Girl at the moment I'd be happy to help out.

All Slytherin students are to meet in the common room tonight, at seven thirty.

Thank you.

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[22 Oct 2004|11:43am]
[ mood | pensive ]

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[09 Oct 2004|11:47pm]
[ mood | cold ]

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[06 Oct 2004|10:12am]
[ mood | good ]

I slept in, I can't believe it; I never sleep in. I'll go for a run at lunchtime if the weather holds.

I'll send out a notice about tuitions and study groups tomorrow, for any Slytherins interested. Tobias and Con, I need to know when you're free.

Desdemona, and anyone else coming, I'll see you at sundown.

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[05 Oct 2004|01:44am]
[ mood | enthralled ]

I've just had the most interesting discussion about magic and science and religion. I find it all fascinating, the way Muggles rationalise magic with science or religion, especially the way it all seems to work for them. They can actaully make themselves see 'reason' where the only explanation is magic.

I'd like to recommend Mozart to anyone wanting background music while they're studying. He's woven magic into his composition- or if you want the Muggle version, his music excites alpha brain waves which make your memory-lobes store more information.

Any for anyone who wishes to join us, Desdemona and I will be racing on Wednesday evening. All in fun, of course... the looser is buying a round of drinks. Snake and Dagger, sunset.

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