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[Jun. 12th, 2005|08:43 pm] |
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The following is an email sent out by a deranged Sian, she's not even sure who she has sent it to, but it is sent to Luna
torstow circle the manr the nihthemn manor it behind the dor the door is a the tostow circle the door is open the door s open lok four a mist a thick mist that s the dooor torstw circle is in dergysheir the wofs hed opens the floo need the wolfshead to open teh floo to te hiden manr destry the yrthkin at the manor destroy the ghost twins at the manor |
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| Bon soir |
[May. 28th, 2005|10:58 pm] |
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Hidden amongst various family heirlooms lies an old diary that once belonged to Esmerelda Lovegood
( Cut for length ) |
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| The line begins to blur |
[May. 18th, 2005|10:50 pm] |
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Private
On Friday I went to London, probably not the best decision as I wasn't supposed to leave Hogsmeade, but then who would know, aside from Amelia Bones that is. I'm not worried about her finding out, I doubt the company I kept, if they recognised me, would be running to the Ministry to speak with the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, running in the opposite direction is more likely. Still, I can't put the past few days behind me because I can't remember all what happened.
It could have been self-induced, after all that was my plan for going to the Bloody Hand, perhaps the most notorious pub in Knockturn Alley, in the first place. I wanted a few days to forget everything, to not be Sian, so I went in disguise and under another name. I drank excessively, I pulled, and I can remember most of the names though I hope that the one name that keeps coming to mind 'Dung' is simply something that I meant to pick up for a potion.
I did have some fun though, it'll be amusing to see how Ophelia Ethelbert responds if a lonely, and randy Witch or Wizard calls on her and asks for her services.
But there's still the missing hours, or was that days? For some reason I had some parchment in my robe, it's something about my family's history that my grandfather sent me ages ago, not something I'd take for a 'lost weekend'.
And the pyschotic fuckheads were unusually quiet.
Merlin I hope that's London grime under my fingernails. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2005|03:06 pm] |
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I expected as much from Severus Snape.
This day hasn't been the best, definitely not the worst so far but things aren't getting any better. Though I already knew Snape's answer there was a small part of me hoping that an owl would soon arrive with the bracelet. It is the key to the house in Prague, I've managed to get that much from Thomas and Samuel. They've been quite reluctant in sharing much information with me lately, they think I'm going to give all their secrets away, if only, whenever I try to they jump in and stop me. However, I think some suspect I'm not acting alone, and there's some comfort in that. Luna certainly got an introduction and I'm not sure how much Ophelia Ethelbert remembers from the attack but there was a fair amount of banter between her and the brothers. I would have been entertaining had they not been meaning to torture and kill her.
I'm not sure what exactly Ethelbert's been saying, but lately I've been receiving a lot of unwanted attention from the local population, even from Hogwarts, a DADA professor no less. It could lead to having some help in ridding myself of these two, but who exactly can I trust and can I risk anymore lives? Just as my powers are growing so are their's and it's becoming near impossible to keep them at bay for long, I fear soon they will have complete control. So perhaps I should leave Hogwarts and hide out....where? The manor? I hate it there, aside from the cold and damp there's an uneasy atmosphere. No, it's more than uneasy, but saying creepy takes me back twenty years. Perhaps the safe house in Prague then? But how to get there?
( ”Old ) |
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| You have always been a happy person |
[Apr. 26th, 2005|09:41 pm] |
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Private
Ha! Well of course that's not me, and I cannot see that Ethelbert woman as being anything but a miserable bitch, still I'll not have her blood on my hands. Did you hear that you bastards?
Public
Had a look at that muggle site that claims it can tell what you're like just by your first name. Oh I know, I've got a dozen more important items that I have to see to, but I can allow myself a break can't I?
Sian
Your first name of Sian has given you a studious nature, and the ability to concentrate on whatever you are doing. You could excel in mathematics or in positions where persistence, independence, and individuality are required. In personal associations, a lack of finesse in verbal expression often creates misunderstandings with others, especially with those close to you, because you find it difficult and embarrassing to express depth of feeling when situations arise requiring diplomacy, understanding, and affection. Others may often find you reserved and aloof, when actually you desire love and understanding. This name creates a withdrawn, reserved nature. You feel very alone at times and find it difficult to merge with others in a happy, relaxed manner. You could suffer with head tension, or any weakness relative to the heart, lungs, or bronchial organs.
What do muggles know?
Locked to Luna Lovegood
Miss Lovegood, I'm interested in that diary you mentioned. Send it so me immediately, via owl please, I think that would be safest don't you? I think you owe me that much.
Sian Elliott
Locked to Severus Snape
Professor Snape, I understand you have something that belongs to me. One of your students handed you a bracelet, silver with a wolf's head surrounded by roses and the name 'Matilda' engraved beneath the wolf's head. It is a family heirloom, and I'm anxious to have it returned to me as soon as possible. As I'm far too busy to visit Hogwarts to retrieve it myself I'll ask if you would return it either by meeting me at the Slaughtered Lamb, or by owl.
Sian Elliott |
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| Exinanire |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|10:34 pm] |
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Private
I don't know where to begin, I can't keep doing this. One day, soon, I'm going to be caught killing someone, and they'll find some way to leave me before I'll get the chance to prove that it was them and not me. I don't know what to do, I tried yesterday to get help, to tell the MoM about what was happening but the moment they realised what I was planning they take over.
They're getting stronger, just as I am, we all seem to be benefiting from these Yarthkin.
Oh fuck! That bloody book shop woman has just about told the innernet world that I attacked her!
Thankfully the MoM believed my story of my finding her and her thinking that I was the one who attacked her. Delirious troublemaker, I think they called her. I'm not a suspect, they still think it's a Death Eater attack, they get blamed for everything, if it were at all possible I might feel a bit sorry for them. |
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| Pepperup Potion! Stat! |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|09:04 pm] |
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Has it been this long since I last posted on this journal? Well of course it has, Merlin I can be such a numpty at times. I'm trying to remember all what's happened, much of my time has been spent keeping the brothers from attacking.
I've been making a list of those who I've, who they've attacked, and there's something familiar about my list, it's almost identical to the one I found in Thomas', or was it Samuel, (it really doesn't matter they're both psychotic fuckheads), pocket. I can't find that list, I've searched everywhere in this room. Trouble is I can't recall I can't remember when I last saw it. Thing is, when I do, what do I do with it? Start checking off those who are attacked one by one, or warn those who haven't yet had a visit from the Yarthkin? And just how do I do that? Any explanation will gain me a one way ticket to either St. Mungo's or Azkaban.
No, the best thing is to hide out in this room and keep searching for a way to exorcise these two from me, and that seems so much easier than keeping them at bay, especially now that I feel a monster of a cold beginning. I'm going to need some Pepperup Potion, a lot of Pepperup Potion.
(OOC:Sian's got a nasty cold forming which will most likely cause her to lose control of the brothers and so....there could be a rash of attacks over the next few days.) |
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| Dance the ghost with me |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|09:22 pm] |
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| | Lucretia My Reflection ~ the Sisters of Mercy | ] |
Hidden in the Restricted Section of the library at Hogwarts lies a diary of a young woman, a former student long since forgotten.
Lodged behind two tomes titled, ‘Wizard Vampires’ and ‘the Lesser Known Creatures of the Forbidden Forest’, lies a smaller book called, ‘Noxious Herbology’. Its cover is a dull, dark brown leather and the once gold lettering has all but faded and is easily missed in this dimly lit area, in fact it has been missed for over a century.
Throughout the years when the larger books had been removed by various witches and wizards for their research, the small Herbology book has been moved about and has gradually dislodged a secret panel at the back of the shelf, and lying behind this panel is the diary of Esmerelda Nihthremn. |
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| I'm watching what the rain blows in |
[Feb. 13th, 2005|01:23 pm] |
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Bastards! I couldn't meet with Luna as I had asked her to because Thomas and Samuel jumped at the moment I became so distracted that I momentarily lost my hold on keeping them at bay. How long has it been? A week? A fortnight? I've lost track of the time, thankfully though, no one has been murdered....at least not by any recognisable ways of the brothers or at least none that has the Ministry concerned. Of course there's always the possibility that they've just not found the body or bodies yet
Merlin that sounds so flippant, but it's not me that's doing this on the other hand I did bring this upon everyone, I'm responsible for releasing these murderous fuck-heads into our world, and innocent people have suffered and died. What is becoming of me? Aside from my plans that are already in motion, to destroy completely Thomas and Samuel, how will I live with what I've done? I'm too much the coward to seek some kind of penance, and I know I do not deserve anyone's pity. Perhaps I'll slowly go mad in my own personal Azkaban? |
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| On my heart I’ll bear the shame |
[Feb. 4th, 2005|08:40 pm] |
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Locked to Luna Lovegood
Luna,
How are you? Well I hope, and your father?
There is something urgent I must see you about, it's regarding what you discovered on the New Years day. I do not trust this muggle invention to keep messages away from prying eyes, so I'm asking if you will meet me tonight at midnight, where we met last, do you remember?
Your friend,
S. E. |
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| Not wanted on the voyage |
[Jan. 27th, 2005|08:11 pm] |
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I’m so tired…… tired of fighting them, of playing these fucking stupid games, and pretending that all is well.
Not even this "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v376/Neeeeek/addressyarth.jpg"
can get me excited. Translated it says the Little Quarter, the house of the wild roses, so what does that mean? The language, the address the Little Quarter point to a house in Prague, so what? Is it where the Nihthremn went when they fled this country, is it another trap and does it even still exist? Ok it does interest me somewhat, so my next question is do I go there? After that last fiasco of going it alone in finding Nihthremn manor, dare I take that chance again, but then having help is simply not a luxury I can even hope to have.
HAve to go back to work.....with any luck there’ll be a homicidal Giant in town who will put me out of this misery, because I’m too much a coward to do it myself. |
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| Can you hear me when I sing |
[Jan. 13th, 2005|11:17 pm] |
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| | Sometimes you can't make it on your own ~ U2 | ] |
I’m angry at myself, for being so stupid, for believing I had fooled the brothers and destroyed the Yarthkin so easily, for not seeing the clear danger of going it alone. Or do I owe some of this bitterness to those friends and colleagues of mine that ignored my requests for help? They thought it was rubbish, “our most important problems are You Know Who, and his followers. We can’t afford to waste any Aurors or time on chasing after some story told to frighten children.”
I’ll be the first to admit that I could have approached them in a better fashion, and had been more forceful and honest with them, shown them the proof I had, but after being told it was a waste of time by no less than three senior Aurors, I gave up but knowing I was onto something I carried on alone.
What difference does it make now though? At least two people that I know of are dead, murdered, if not by me then because of something I failed to do.
The magical community believe these attacks are the work of Voldemort and his followers and in some strange way, because I’ve been able to stay in the background, what the brothers have made me do has not been linked to me. I can walk through the village with hardly anyone noticing or bothering me.
So now what? I’ve managed to keep the brothers at bay for a fortnight, and feel strong enough that I can keep them there for a while longer while I work on how to rid myself of them. There has to be a way but it’s not in any of the maps, or the other parchments they’ve given me, but that’s just it, they’ve only let me see what they want me to. There’s got to be more, they were so thorough in planning their revenge I cannot believe they did not think of what they were going to do afterwards, and I’m sure I’ll find that in the manor.
I’m going back, and just in case I return I'm keeping this private.
When Sian leaves her room at the Slaughtered Lamb she also leaves behind several pieces of parchment. including the list
( Read more... ) |
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| In need of more of the Dreamless Sleep.....much more. |
[Jan. 3rd, 2005|04:35 pm] |
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Day three and still no-one suspects I had anything to do with Charlottes murder. The Ministry are saying it is a Death Eater attack, and that's the general consensus amongst the wizarding population despite several clues that tell a different tale. The main one being that the Dark Mark was not left at the scene as it has they have in just about all Death Eater attacks.
I'm trying not to dwell on what I've done, though its been difficult especially when I pass by the Three Broomsticks, its still closed. I'm dreading the day I'll have to pay my respects, it will be as if I were sent to Azkaban, I'm sure of it. Instead I'm focusing all my energy on ridding myself of the Nightjars, I'm still hoping I can get out of this the way I found my way in. The books I ordered from Alice's have finally arrived, and surprisingly enough they could very well be of help despite my not ordering them for this purpose.
I've lost my bracelet, and I dread to think where it could be. Few people have actually seen me wear it as its too big for my wrist I tend to wear it further up on my arm, but its a family heirloom, once belonging to my great-great-great-great grandmother, or something like that. My grandad would know it, it was his mother who wore it and gave it to me when I became an Auror. Seems almost fitting that I should lose it now. |
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| It's like your reaching out for the ulitmate experience, only to find you're holding nothing |
[Dec. 31st, 2004|11:46 pm] |
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| | It can't rain all the time ~ Jane Siberry | ] |
It didn’t take them long to find a potential victim. The woman stumbled out of the front doors of the Three Broomsticks just as Sian was about to enter, and fell before her. Sian, as though she had been granted some unknown strength, easily lifted the drunk back onto her feet.
The woman staggered for a moment while trying to focus on the person who was holding her up. A smile of recognition slowly crept across her lips, ‘Shhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhnnnnnn!’ Sian looked back at the women, confused, ‘do I know you?’ she asked.
The woman finding her feet ‘Merlinsh balls! Sianlotte! It’s meeeeeeee, Charlotteeeeeeeee! How mush ‘ave you been drinkn? Urrrp!’
‘Not nearly as much as you have my dear.’ Sian replied, turning her head aside in disgust at the smell of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey.
‘Oh ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! You not been drinkn’, mush be end of the world, urrrrrrp!’
‘That it may be,’ Sian smirked, ‘but I think you could do with a walk, get some air, sober up a bit.’
‘Shober? Boring!’
Sian began to lead the staggering woman away from the crowded street to the path that lay behind the buildings. ‘That may be, but if you sober up some you’ll be able to join me later in a few celebratory drinks.’
‘Ahh now thash more like the girl I knew. ‘member when we ushed to sheenk out of Hogwarts, urrrp, and go to the Slahh,…tha’ dodgy pub….and ha ha ha ha we never got caught. Do ya still use that…that…urrrp, ‘angover cure we made up? We should start shelling it, we’d make…..a lot.’
‘Why don’t we, we’ll start tomorrow.’ Sian began to pick up her pace, nearly dragging Charlotte as she hurried them out of the village.
‘Did I ever tell you you’re my bestest fwend?’
‘Many times.’
‘And the shmartest, you was right ‘bout Chris, I should ‘ave listened to you, you had him susshed from the start……the bastard’
Sian skidded as Charlotte had come to a stop and suddenly bent forward. ‘Blurrrrgh!’ Sian rolled her eyes while taking a step away to avoid the splatter of the girls vomit.
Is there no-one else we could use?
No, it’s too late, and I’m looking forward to killing her. Such a waste of skin.’
( ”Charlotte )
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‘Disapparate.’
A soft crack was buffered by the noise the crowd of revelling witches and wizards made and Sian, slipped easily amongst them, even giving several of them smiles as she accepted bottles of Vodka from them.
Sian laughed as she staggered away from the fray and into the Three Broomsticks. ‘Sian! Sian!’ cried Madame Rosemerta from behind the bar, ‘have you seen my sister?’
Sian pointed towards the door, 'outside….somewhere' she shouted in reply and fell back landing in the lap of some unknown wizard. Her smile faded and her expression changed, as if she was witnessing some horror invisible to all others.
It was disappointing, it was so much more fun the other night. It was like I reached out for the ultimate experience but found that I was
‘holding nothing.’ |
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| Happy New Year! |
[Dec. 31st, 2004|05:59 pm] |
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Thomas, we cannot sent out the Yarthkin tonight, the risk of our vessel being caught is far too great.
But Samuel, so much time has already been spent taking out our revenge this way, and I am growing weary of the wait.
Brother, we agreed when we created the Yarthkin that it would take some time to gain the power, and now in this age it will take even more time to complete. The wizards of this age have far more sophisticated methods of tracking down attackers than we could have imagined. We simply cannot behave as though we were still living in the seventeenth century.
You mean she can’t.
Yes, yes, she can’t, also she cannot know of our presence. We’ve got to be more careful brother, our hesitation with the Unspeakable the other week nearly cost us everything, if he had managed to stop..
I know Thomas! We would have been discovered or she would have been killed and we would be nothing more than mere ghosts wandering aimlessly with no more power than a Glumbumble. You have told me this again and again!
Listen then the next time I have to remind you. Until we have gathered enough power, until we have found suitable bodies, until that day we must remain secret and that is especially for Sian. I am concerned that her conscience may halt our progress.
No, Thomas, I believe her fear of Azkaban will silence any nagging guilty feelings and the more death and destruction we through her create the deeper her fear will become.
I truly hope you are correct Samuel, otherwise when we regain flesh and our full powers we may have to dispose of her.
The brothers fell silent for several moments, and Sian continued along the narrow path that led to the village.
Since it’s a bad night for sending out the Yarthkin, despite that near everyone will be so merry they would buy this Lord Voldemort a drink, may I offer a suggestion so that we may enjoy the celebrations, in our own way of course.
What have you in mind brother?
Spoiling everyone’s enjoyment and hope for a better New Year. The screams heard across the village and over the noise of the revellers as they ring in the New Year, the terror when they discover the remains of what created the terrifying noise, ahh I could almost cry in joy.
Oh Thomas, you have lifted my sprirts.
The brothers paused for a moment before breaking into a laughter that quickly overran their host and people passing by Sian, thinking she had also been visiting the Three Broomsticks laughed along with her.
Gradually, though their laughter lessened.
May I also offer a suggestion?
Of course Thomas.
We leave a New Years gift upon the steps of the school that thought us unfit to attend?
Of course Thomas |
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