Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 16:12:39 GMT -5
Journal entry #394, September 19 of 1997
This marks my first entry during my seventh year at Hogwarts. The welcoming feast was some days ago, but I haven't deigned to write on it in great detail as of yet. As I mentioned in Entry #382, Dumbledore's death has indeed had a profound and disruptive effect on the school as a whole, and there is a vast, pervasive fear settled over the whole of the school. Umbridge has usurped the title for Headmistress, though I loathe to degrade the title with her name. I remember keenly her former stay at our school, and the unsettling measures she took during her tenure. Now she holds all the greater power over us, teacher and student alike cringing at the thought of her exercising ever greater disciplinary measures. I especially fear for Professor Trelawney's sake, given that she has been sacked once already by that toad who passes herself off as human. Though I have enrolled in her class, I have my doubts that we will have more than a single meeting left with her beyond our introductory lesson.
My dreams are more fervent now. Whenever the visions come, they are so much more terrifying than in the past year. I toss and turn, awaking in cold sweats as though I'd lived through every nightmare that played out through my mind's eyes. I've seen so much killing and dying in the past few nights alone, and I wish that I could weep for all those that will fall into the hands of fate. Perhaps if I recognize someone, I'll make an effort on their behalf.
Today in particular, I've met a girl named Christiane Montgomery who I feel may prove quite useful. My dream last night led me to suspect that she was half-
, something I used to exploit her into my service. While I dread such measures being taken on an otherwise innocent girl (to my knowledge), I still feel that by associating with her, I will be all the more prepared in case calamity strikes me, or the need for an independent operator should arise. I should hope that such a situation will not befall me, but the horrid sights that wrack my mind in my sleep warn me all too seriously of the impending battle that will consume us. We can only prepare, now.
Until next time,
Glen Everett
This marks my first entry during my seventh year at Hogwarts. The welcoming feast was some days ago, but I haven't deigned to write on it in great detail as of yet. As I mentioned in Entry #382, Dumbledore's death has indeed had a profound and disruptive effect on the school as a whole, and there is a vast, pervasive fear settled over the whole of the school. Umbridge has usurped the title for Headmistress, though I loathe to degrade the title with her name. I remember keenly her former stay at our school, and the unsettling measures she took during her tenure. Now she holds all the greater power over us, teacher and student alike cringing at the thought of her exercising ever greater disciplinary measures. I especially fear for Professor Trelawney's sake, given that she has been sacked once already by that toad who passes herself off as human. Though I have enrolled in her class, I have my doubts that we will have more than a single meeting left with her beyond our introductory lesson.
My dreams are more fervent now. Whenever the visions come, they are so much more terrifying than in the past year. I toss and turn, awaking in cold sweats as though I'd lived through every nightmare that played out through my mind's eyes. I've seen so much killing and dying in the past few nights alone, and I wish that I could weep for all those that will fall into the hands of fate. Perhaps if I recognize someone, I'll make an effort on their behalf.
Today in particular, I've met a girl named Christiane Montgomery who I feel may prove quite useful. My dream last night led me to suspect that she was half-
, something I used to exploit her into my service. While I dread such measures being taken on an otherwise innocent girl (to my knowledge), I still feel that by associating with her, I will be all the more prepared in case calamity strikes me, or the need for an independent operator should arise. I should hope that such a situation will not befall me, but the horrid sights that wrack my mind in my sleep warn me all too seriously of the impending battle that will consume us. We can only prepare, now.Until next time,
Glen Everett
