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Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in
Marek Cervenka's InsaneJournal:
| Sunday, October 7th, 2007 | |
| 7:34 pm | 9 September 1942 The war has come to Hogwarts. Something is killing students there, and Jenica is caught up in it. A week ago I would have worried, but her letter shows a new level of maturity. I have seen this before in children caught up in the war when it ceases to be a grand adventure and becomes real. I could wish for a similar level of maturity in my colleagues. "Theory says this cannot be" and "practice shows you are wrong" and "of course if this is too difficult for you" - bah. I should send them to corners like naughty children, but I think they are both the kind that do best when challenged. In which case they should be very good for each other - if they do not kill each other first. Current Mood:  annoyed |
| Monday, February 12th, 2007 | |
| 9:00 pm | 2 September 1942 So the Americans have a nuclear programme, which is only to be expected. And inevitably they also have spies and saboteurs. There is good news - for the Americans, if not for the very determined Constable. I can tell them how to find the kind of traps I set before the Germans replaced us all with their people, but the worst I ever did merely damaged the mine itself. Even if I had a philosopher's stone I do not have the knowledge to affect the contents of the mine, and if I could not, they have no chance. |
| Friday, February 9th, 2007 | |
| 11:41 am | 2 September 1942 When Ileana sent me with a message I did not recognise the name. I did not even expect to recognise her when I found her though I was told we were at Durmstrang together, because Ileana cared about all of us but I only cared about my studies. And I did not, but she was with two brothers, and one of them - There were two children at Durmstrang during my last years there, much younger than the rest, very bright but lost and alone, and an older boy who looked after them like a wolf looks after its pups. He is older now, but no less a wolf, even though the pups are now bigger than he is. And they are all wolves now, even the little girl who was one of the few bright spots when, for my sins, I was set to tutoring the younger students, drilling into them the alchemical theory that I so chafed against. Ileana's news must be dire indeed; she directed me to deliver it in private and not leave her alone until it had been read. She has her two wolves to protect her now; I could just deliver it and not disappoint Ileana, but for the sake of that little girl I cannot. There is something in all of them that still cries out to be protected. |
| Thursday, October 26th, 2006 | |
| 2:29 am | 30 August 1942 I do not know where I am. Not where I expected to be, which was spending the weekend in a Ministry holding cell, waiting for another round of questions from people I do not trust with my answers. But I cannot go before the Dux Bellorum looking like a Muggle refugee, so his assistant has brought me here. For my own safety, she says, and I wonder how much they already know - although I did not tell her everything, I hadn't expected her to believe me at all. I'm somewhere in Londinium, obviously - I heard music last night, and only wizards would be so arrogant as to do such a thing during blackout. Or perhaps they do not care. They think they are safe behind wards, because Muggles have never been able to create a weapon we could not handle. I don't know how much longer that will be true. There's nothing in alchemy that explains what we discovered in Paris. |