Post by Lance Ulrich on May 24, 2008 21:46:58 GMT -8
Monday, July 12, 2010
I do believe today was quite interesting. I ran into the good old charms professor and head of Gryffindor house herself: Evelyn Winslow. She's still quite the same, though she is, quite obviously, convinced she's Williams' wife. Seeing as I never heard the announcement of a royal wedding, it simply isn't true. It's doubtful, however, that a trip to town hall would reveal that to Winslow. Williams is a great deal smarter than to leave something that obvious an avenue for his downfall. However, that doesn't mean she's safe from finding out the truth. I'm quite sure I can get others to speak to her as I have today. Maybe she'll buy it or he'll have all of us put to death. A paranoid massacre, butchering citizens for possibly being the one to tell his "wife" the truth. Wonderful way to run a country...not. Dumb git.
I like Williams. I approve of what he's done with the place in the few months he's been in power. However, he left himself wide open for attack by taking Evie Winslow to wife. As though that daughter of his wasn't bad enough. It truly is a shame, and I am ready and willing to rectify this little problem. My loyalty to him is great, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure he becomes distraction free. It is the only way to keep him in power long enough to take out any remaining idiots who believe they can bring about change. I will kill Evelyn soon, if I am given the opportunity. It is for her own good, ultimately, because the truth will eventually come out, and she will hate him. So, it's simply better that I rid him of her before that can happen. He won't see it that way, naturally, which means I will have to do it and flee the country or make double sure that no one sees me or recognizes me. Perhaps I can frame one of the Death Eaters. It is the only way my future plans could ever possibly work, after all.
But enough of such morbid thoughts. Murder is merely a means to an end, and it is not what I wish to dwell on now. Father calls, anyway, and he knows nothing of my ambitions whatsoever.
-LCU