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Private Message to Lucius and Barty
Dec. 11th, 2012 05:09 pmAnd as though this month has not been enough of a trial: today Dolores bloody Umbridge messaged me and Raz saying that she's had the most wonderful little idea: 'to create a memorial garden here at Hogwarts to honour those Council Members who have fallen in Our Lord's service'.
I cannot tell if my anger is due to the suggestion itself -- ours are not her dead to mourn and I would rather their names remain forever unspoken than to be used as fodder in her cheap and tawdry political machinations -- or the implication that of course we will drop everything and rush to do her bidding. (Or possibly it is the constant rebuke threaded throughout her message -- 'to direct the energies of our dear students in the most appropriate and productive direction' being the most outright, but hardly the only.)
Barty -- if she should turn up dead one morning, do arrange to be given the case. I promise I will make it look sufficiently like an accident. (I am joking. ...Mostly.)
Do talk me out of telling her where to stuff her plants? I know we cannot expect outsiders to understand that which ties us together -- and I know there are many even of our company who would find my protectiveness over our dead to be sentimentalist twaddle -- but I still cannot help but fume, and all I want to do is curl up and hiss at her like a dragon protecting its kits.
Am I being unreasonable? ...no, allow me to revise that question: am I being unduly unreasonable? (I know I am being unreasonable, but a certain amount of unreasonableness is, after all, our prerogative, and after the last few months I believe I am overdue for my share.) I have not yet spoken to Raz -- I will catch him at supper -- to see what his thoughts are, but I know myself: when I react this fervently to what will look like a wholly innocent suggestion to others, it is best to get a second opinion.
I cannot tell if my anger is due to the suggestion itself -- ours are not her dead to mourn and I would rather their names remain forever unspoken than to be used as fodder in her cheap and tawdry political machinations -- or the implication that of course we will drop everything and rush to do her bidding. (Or possibly it is the constant rebuke threaded throughout her message -- 'to direct the energies of our dear students in the most appropriate and productive direction' being the most outright, but hardly the only.)
Barty -- if she should turn up dead one morning, do arrange to be given the case. I promise I will make it look sufficiently like an accident. (I am joking. ...Mostly.)
Do talk me out of telling her where to stuff her plants? I know we cannot expect outsiders to understand that which ties us together -- and I know there are many even of our company who would find my protectiveness over our dead to be sentimentalist twaddle -- but I still cannot help but fume, and all I want to do is curl up and hiss at her like a dragon protecting its kits.
Am I being unreasonable? ...no, allow me to revise that question: am I being unduly unreasonable? (I know I am being unreasonable, but a certain amount of unreasonableness is, after all, our prerogative, and after the last few months I believe I am overdue for my share.) I have not yet spoken to Raz -- I will catch him at supper -- to see what his thoughts are, but I know myself: when I react this fervently to what will look like a wholly innocent suggestion to others, it is best to get a second opinion.