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So much fuss over one stupid little girl. I daresay if she can't mind herself, give her all the rope she wants. It's simple nature. The pack mentality certainly applies here, the students are all turning against her. It's rather interesting to watch, though of course the downfall of one stupid little girl is certainly not going to be writ large in the pages of history. Lucius Malfoy is, among other things, a fool to coddle her. A few rounds of Cruciatus will crush her spirit quite nicely, as I've determined after exhaustive research (though can "research" be fun? I certainly find it so). I've often wondered if the curse was invented for just that reason. Mum's Little Helper.
I rather shamefacedly admitted to Alecto that she was right: tidibit's performance has been acceptable. The thing seems to be warmer with its new clothes and certainly less inclined to sleep when it shouldn't. I've instructed her to purchase a few more.
Speaking of which, I've been on quite the artistic spree and have two new paintings in my office. I'm rather proud of them, if I do say so myself.
I've entered a new phase and I have to say the results are, shall we say, breathtaking. It's hard to ration myself as to ink and, ah, other supplies but I do force myself for, as Alecto and I both know, discipline is most essential for many things.
And oh, the twitterings. These amuse me, however. I find myself rather easily amused these days. The opportunities around me seem to almost take form, and sometimes at night I look at the sky, and the sparkling stars against the blackness of that which is unknown but for those willing to forge ahead.
I've often heard that pride is a shameful virtue. I disagree. Certainly the girl has pride, but, in her case, it's entirely misplaced as she'll never be of any consequence. Most of the students won't. Pride... it is what tells me that no, I will not bow to what other men wish me to be. I am what I am, and hold no shame in that. I will change for no man. Pride is, in one willing to appreciate its usefulness, perhaps the strongest virtue of all. And in those who use it to its utmost use, one of the most admirable.
I rather shamefacedly admitted to Alecto that she was right: tidibit's performance has been acceptable. The thing seems to be warmer with its new clothes and certainly less inclined to sleep when it shouldn't. I've instructed her to purchase a few more.
Speaking of which, I've been on quite the artistic spree and have two new paintings in my office. I'm rather proud of them, if I do say so myself.
I've entered a new phase and I have to say the results are, shall we say, breathtaking. It's hard to ration myself as to ink and, ah, other supplies but I do force myself for, as Alecto and I both know, discipline is most essential for many things.
And oh, the twitterings. These amuse me, however. I find myself rather easily amused these days. The opportunities around me seem to almost take form, and sometimes at night I look at the sky, and the sparkling stars against the blackness of that which is unknown but for those willing to forge ahead.
I've often heard that pride is a shameful virtue. I disagree. Certainly the girl has pride, but, in her case, it's entirely misplaced as she'll never be of any consequence. Most of the students won't. Pride... it is what tells me that no, I will not bow to what other men wish me to be. I am what I am, and hold no shame in that. I will change for no man. Pride is, in one willing to appreciate its usefulness, perhaps the strongest virtue of all. And in those who use it to its utmost use, one of the most admirable.
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