ORDER ONLY: Amycus Carrow
Jan. 14th, 2010 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_mcgonagallI think that, perhaps, he has finally gone too far.
Today at dinner he cruciated little Luna Lovegood. It was uncanny, how she dealt with it; I do believe that the death of her mother has left the girl daft. And when queried about it, she merely replied, 'of course, I did want to know.' Such an absurdly Ravenclaw thing to say! But nevertheless - she is pure of blood, and it is impossible to say that she did anything wrong, and she is a child, and therefore it is impossible to say that she should have been taken at her word in the journals, that she wanted to be cruciated - '
In any case, I immediately put in a Floo call to the Lord Protector demanding Carrow's step down. He would not budge; I hardly expected him to. Carrow has been his lap-dog for so long. But I swear that I saw him flinch. Those snaky little eyes flickered just a touch when I described her writing. Lovegood is a pureblood after all, and I daresay it got to him when I added, 'but what if it was your Harry -'
Lovegood's father might be a dissident, but the Lord Protector nevertheless abruptly agreed to speak with Carrow about the matter, and sparked out; I count it a victory. Previously he has merely dismissed all my complaints. And yet I hate to rejoice when that little girl was lying on the floor convulsed. What a senseless thing!
Today at dinner he cruciated little Luna Lovegood. It was uncanny, how she dealt with it; I do believe that the death of her mother has left the girl daft. And when queried about it, she merely replied, 'of course, I did want to know.' Such an absurdly Ravenclaw thing to say! But nevertheless - she is pure of blood, and it is impossible to say that she did anything wrong, and she is a child, and therefore it is impossible to say that she should have been taken at her word in the journals, that she wanted to be cruciated - '
In any case, I immediately put in a Floo call to the Lord Protector demanding Carrow's step down. He would not budge; I hardly expected him to. Carrow has been his lap-dog for so long. But I swear that I saw him flinch. Those snaky little eyes flickered just a touch when I described her writing. Lovegood is a pureblood after all, and I daresay it got to him when I added, 'but what if it was your Harry -'
Lovegood's father might be a dissident, but the Lord Protector nevertheless abruptly agreed to speak with Carrow about the matter, and sparked out; I count it a victory. Previously he has merely dismissed all my complaints. And yet I hate to rejoice when that little girl was lying on the floor convulsed. What a senseless thing!
