Well, I have spent most of the day attempting to get to the bottom of it, and I have sussed the matter out as well as ever I will be able to, I imagine.
No actual "treason," only a scapegoat, as Severus has said in his report a few journal-entries up. I do not know Crouch's angle, but it surely is comprised by a combination of vicious power-enjoyment and simple scheming. Dolores is a cunning toad who, it seems, is well able to offer others what they most desire, and to offer excellent little slippery lies to assist in salving one's conscience.
The private messages, I fear, are no longer even nominally private. We must be careful. Fortunately, I do not think that Dolores is interested in making meals of messages more than a few months back—even Death Eaters have little indiscretions from the early days of the journal project, and it would be most impolitic to make her cohort too uncomfortable.
The larger issue is that I am certain, now, that the hammer is going to fall upon me. I have been absent too long, and while the castle runs itself well enough, Dolores has been eating my power-base away from the inside out. I believe that she will make an attempt to take over the Headmistress' position very soon.
I do not believe the castle will accept her as the Head—but nevertheless, we have the true and the false Books to think of. I believe the best course of action will be to hide or destroy the false Book upon my leaving the castle; the Governors have checked the Book recently, and so it might buy us a few precious months. In best circumstances, they might not even flip backwards—luckily, a new page started this month—and so we might eke a few more months yet out of it, until they realise that there are many more Mudbloods than the year before.
I am putting my affairs in order here, so as to be ready to leave as soon as the axe falls. Fortunately, I have been very moderate in obvious treasons within the Headmistress' quarters; even if the castle decides it prefers a sociopath to a sot, she will not find enough to entirely roust me from power. And I believe that the Board of Governors will recognize their mistake with her quickly enough—if I am careful, and do not return to my old ways, I believe I might be able to effect a triumphal return to the castle, eventually.
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Date: 2013-01-23 02:22 am (UTC)No actual "treason," only a scapegoat, as Severus has said in his report a few journal-entries up. I do not know Crouch's angle, but it surely is comprised by a combination of vicious power-enjoyment and simple scheming. Dolores is a cunning toad who, it seems, is well able to offer others what they most desire, and to offer excellent little slippery lies to assist in salving one's conscience.
The private messages, I fear, are no longer even nominally private. We must be careful. Fortunately, I do not think that Dolores is interested in making meals of messages more than a few months back—even Death Eaters have little indiscretions from the early days of the journal project, and it would be most impolitic to make her cohort too uncomfortable.
The larger issue is that I am certain, now, that the hammer is going to fall upon me. I have been absent too long, and while the castle runs itself well enough, Dolores has been eating my power-base away from the inside out. I believe that she will make an attempt to take over the Headmistress' position very soon.
I do not believe the castle will accept her as the Head—but nevertheless, we have the true and the false Books to think of. I believe the best course of action will be to hide or destroy the false Book upon my leaving the castle; the Governors have checked the Book recently, and so it might buy us a few precious months. In best circumstances, they might not even flip backwards—luckily, a new page started this month—and so we might eke a few more months yet out of it, until they realise that there are many more Mudbloods than the year before.
I am putting my affairs in order here, so as to be ready to leave as soon as the axe falls. Fortunately, I have been very moderate in obvious treasons within the Headmistress' quarters; even if the castle decides it prefers a sociopath to a sot, she will not find enough to entirely roust me from power. And I believe that the Board of Governors will recognize their mistake with her quickly enough—if I am careful, and do not return to my old ways, I believe I might be able to effect a triumphal return to the castle, eventually.