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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 8, 2015 10:45:20 GMT -8
Can you believe it? Eves growing up...never thought I'd see the day she'd be a professor getting onto students for things she used to do herself. It's quite amusing to watch, actually. Now, if only I could figure how to slip into her class unnoticed to watch...Too bad Jerry still isn't in school or I'd ask him to lend me his cloak. Perhaps if I put on my old robes and transfigure my looks a bit...Hm...shall have to give that some serious thought.
In other news, first class went by with a few unwanted events. It was with the NEWT students, and well, Jamie was in it. What occurred is pretty much able to be guessed without stating it. I'm going to have to spend an evening, time that could be spent with my wife, with that girl.
I was surprised Zeke gave me some trouble. We were never close or anything when I went to Hogwarts, but we got along fairly well, though he was a bit stand-offish. I don't know if it was because he didn't like the way I was when coaching Quidditch or what it was. Hopefully he'll get used to the idea of me teaching DADA and will start being more willing to listen to instructions.
So, fifty points each from Ravenclaw and Slytherin and a detention for Jamie. All in a good day's work, I suppose. /sarcasm.
There's a game between Ravenclaw in a few weeks. I'm looking forward to seeing how the new team members and such are doing. Hopefully they will live up to the standards I had, but I somehow doubt it.
Well, first class of the day starts in about five minutes, and students are already arriving, so I'd better go.
Winslow
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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 8, 2015 10:45:37 GMT -8
The game a few days ago between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was pathetic. Jamie Seams managed to train her team better than Zeke Taylor. It seems either the players are either refusing to listen to him and put the effort in that it takes to learn the plays or just flat out aren't good. Zeke thinks it's the latter as do I. I mean, come on! Johnson should have caught the snitch! It was right below his bloody feet! If he weren't such a stubborn git and trying to listen to the audience, he might've won the game for us. And now, of course, Evie and I have a bit of rivalry going on over the next game. Hopefully I can figure out how to help Zeke get through to these guys before then because if I have to watch another painful game like that again...let's just say, I won't be a happy camper and might be tempted to make my way down to the locker rooms after the game and give them a speech myself.
I believe classes have been going relatively well for having as many Slytherins in the class as I do. No surprise there that most parents of Slytherins let their kids stay on after Dumbledore's death. They don't even seem to be affected, or if they are, they certainly don't show it much. Wouldn't surprise me if the lot of them end up Death Eaters.
Speaking of, Evie and I had a bit of a run-in with Voldemort last night. Or rather, she had the run-in with Voldemort and I with Snape. Stupid git used a polyjuice potion to turn into a first year and I followed him to the Forbidden Forest like a dodo because he said he'd seen a big, green snake, which is the general description of Voldemort's. So, I ended detention with Jamie early to follow him. Then, he led me over all around, pretending to be lost until the Polyjuice potion wore off. At which point he disappeared into a patch of trees and hid in there, hitting me with 'Expelliarmus' before I could realize what was going on.
I heard a scream radiate from someplace distant as he emerged, taking my wand and coming up, forcing my hands behind my back and holding on tightly, working his thumb in such a way that any way I moved it would immensely hurt, and he had his wand to my back. 'Hear that? Guess who it is.' My heart caught in my throat as I realized who it was. There was no way in hell I was going to let it continue to happen. 'If you want her to live, you'll let me take you to the Dark Lord without trying any funny stuff.'
I don't know what possessed me not to attempt to get my wand and break free and find her myself -- if it was fear that I wouldn't be able to get to her in time on my own, if it was lack of thought, or what. All I know is I let him push me ahead. Finally, we reached the spot, and I saw her bound against a tree, looking distraught. I wanted to kill that coward! I struggled to get free even though it made Snape's thumb dig into the side of my wrist and it hurt, and Voldemort told him to release me, which made me fall.
Wonderful entrance.
I would have lunged directly for Voldemort and probably regretted it if I hadn't fallen. But, as it was, I suppose it gave me time to rethink a course of action, so I just decided to play the part of concerned husband, which I was, but more than anything I wanted to make Voldemort pay for what he'd done to Evie.
Needless to say, we got free, but Evie seemed strangely resistant to my touch. I still haven't found out why. By the time I got back from finishing rounds -- she wanted to be alone -- I found her asleep, and I had to get up early to get to class this morning, seeing as today had a 7:00 a.m. class, so I didn't exactly get to talk to her about it. I suppose we'll need to after we finish teaching today.
Anywho, an interesting thing happened during rounds. I was in the foyer, waiting for any stragglers to come in, when I heard a knock on the door -- loud and seemingly desperate. I took out my wand, not wishing to be caught off guard by a Death Eater. When, I see this girl, dirty, beat-up. I let her in, recognizing her but not being able to place her, so I kept my wand out. She hands me a picture of Eve's and my wedding with herself in it. Serena Riley.
Seems she's had a horrible year since we last saw her. She stumbled upon a Death Eater meeting and since then Voldemort has been trying his hardest to have her killed. I'm just glad she came before he decided to do the job himself. He sent trolls after her apparently this last time. She wanted to leave after two weeks or fewer, but I won't have that, and I know Evie won't either once she finds out about Serena being back. I managed to convince her to stay on at least to help me in DADA classes. I don't know if she'll join the Order and help strategize since she says she's not cut out to be an auror. I'd say for someone to have survived as long as she has against Voldemort's followers, she is. Besides, even fighting them in her sixth year and getting away? But, it's up to her.
I wish this bloody boggart would stop rattling in the wardrobe. Keeps trying to get out. Desperate little booger. Which leads me to this week's worth of NEWT classes. I'm pretty sure the students will like them. They'll be on dark creatures, and this boggart was the only way I could figure out how to make them work, so I suppose I'll just have to put up with its noise. I just wish I could make it stop.
Anyway, a half hour til class and I need to put rules up on the board and prepare the classroom. Just thought I'd update first.
Winslow
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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 8, 2015 10:45:55 GMT -8
I feel like becoming a hermit. Someone just take me away from here and all this mayhem! The past week has not been good in the least.
Let's see...Monday, boggart incident.
Seeing my wife die -- Troublesome
Finding out Jamie's boggart was me killing her -- Bothersome
Having an argument with Jamie -- Priceless.
I hated Monday. Try to make peace with Jamie after class, but no, she has to have such a huge trust issue, not to mention, an attitude problem.
I made it my goal to avoid Evie that day, but she managed to find me after all this time and talk to me. Didn't tell her what had happened, though she did explain why she pulled away from me.
Tuesday, Dementors and Progrebin. Not so great an idea. Already having been feeling down from that, being around depressing creatures and working on teaching students how to ward them off...not my brightest idea. Should have switched them with Wednesdays lesson. At least it was a boggart disguised and not the actual things. Some of the Patronus' were pathetic. Jamie's was probably the best, a cat. Ginny's was a horse of sorts...didn't quite develop it enough until just when the bell rang. Mine was a cat, which wasn't usual. Must've really been down. Usually it's a stallion. I did read it can change according to what a person is feeling or thinking about...so that would explain that.
Wednesday, Hinkypunks and Red Caps.
Pretty eventless for once. Most of the kids were pretty bored, as was I, so that didn't help make it interesting.
Thursday, Grindylows, Banshees, and Kappas.
Interesting class, just not much to say about it.
Friday, vampires and werewolves.
Eventful...amusing in some ways. The girls' reactions were anything but calm. Even some of the guys. It took all my willpower not to laugh at them.
Then, later that evening, the Yule Ball. I must say Evie looked wonderful in her ballgown. It flattered her.
Saturday, Puddlemire vs. Ireland.
Yep, she took me to a Quidditch game. She knew what had happened. (Remind me to talk to Serena later.)
Then, an Order meeting. Fun stuff, especially after when we got home and had to talk.
As a result of the meeting, I am now a Death Eater.Won't go into detail as I wouldn't want any 'spies' reading this. Namely wifey dearest.
Hm...so that leaves me with the dilemma of what to get Evie for Christmas and resume normal every day life. Strangeness.
Winslow
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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 8, 2015 10:46:14 GMT -8
I don't know what I was thinking, joining up with Voldemort to spy for the Order. I must have been slightly off my rocker or something that evening. Only explanation for it. I had to have known what Serena so kindly pointed out two days ago...that Voldemort would require me to torture even those most near and dear, to kill...yet I still offered, feeling it my only way to protect Evie. That was my intention through it all, but I ended up hurting her, hurting us.
Everything was going fine leading the 'double life' for the Order until two days ago when I had to go to a Death Eater meeting. Guess who the topic of conversation was. If you guessed 'Serena,' you were right. Answered the million dollar question! (I hate tense times. Makes me sarcastic.) But anyway, guess what! I was given the task to bring her to the Forbidden Forest. So, after I come back to let myself try to relax for a bit before going off to tell the Order, and guess who shows up in the common room? None other than Serena herself. I thought, since we've been trying to get her into the Order that I'd let her in that I was a Death Eater and what had me down had to do with that, and she got super scared when I showed her my the mark. She went running from me to her room, locked me out, so I sent my wand under the door so I wouldn't be a threat. Managed to calm her down and convince her to come to the Order meeting. Wasn't the easiest thing on earth. Had to use side-along apparation.
But, anywho, I get there...can't tell them the plan because of that stupid unbreakable vow. So, I said for them to conduct Legilimens. Evie was scared (to be honest, so was I)...so we kissed and then Lupin did it. Thankfully, I didn't fall down dead. He got enough information for the order to form a cognizant plan.
But, the battle didn't go as expected. Voldemort demanded I torture Evie, nearly had to kill her too if I hadn't managed to release Mrs. Weasley from the binds of 'Incarcerus.' George was hurt, nearly died. Serena, nearly bled to death because of Snape's 'Sectumsempra.' I hate that spell so much, especially with the memories it brings back to mind, which didn't help me in dealing with things. Neither did blocking Evie out of how I was feeling and trying to deal with it myself, but I've always been like that...wanting to solve things on my own.
Merlin, this week has been extremely stressful. I have to say I have an amazing wife. If I were in her position, I'd probably be so overcome by fear I'd hardly be able to move, but she's forgiven me for what I did completely. I'm surprised I've not been dealt a line of questions (at this point) by her on whether or not I would've killed her had Mrs. Weasley not been freed. Honestly, I don't know. I started to say the curse, and that I even did that much scares me. I'm probably in for it when Voldemort calls another meeting since Malfoy saw me apparate in with George.
Because of that, this week has to be lived well, like it's my last, have to make sure Evie knows I love her. I hate this! Never knowing if I'm going to be able to return to Evie everytime I've had to go for a Death Eater meeting, having to pretend the idea of harming her doesn't make me hurt inside, having to pretend I have no feelings for her...everytime I spout off those lies, those horrid things about her, I feel so guilty inside. I just want this all to return to normal...if I can even figure out what normal is at this point in my life. I feel like I'll go insane any moment if I have to keep this up. Let's just hope I don't. I have to be strong...if anything, just for Evie.
Winslow
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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 8, 2015 10:46:35 GMT -8
Well, I’ve gone and done it. Hooray for me. Sorry if I don’t sound enthusiastic, but it’s kind of hard when your heart’s been ripped out, when you know you’ve hurt yourself and the one you love for their betterment in life. I broke it off with Evie, told her cruel, heartless-sounding words in a letter, but she believed every single malicious word in that letter. She didn’t even seem to notice there could be double-meanings, that there could be contradictions…she just read, came to where I moved myself to in these blasted dorms. She yelled at me, called me a bastard, punched me, left a nice-sized cut, and I try going after her and she snaps at me for calling her ‘Evie.’ That just made me mad, the realization that she had believed so easily and so unquestioningly those words, so I just agreed with what she’d said: that she’d been stupid. Dumb git. Blows up at me for calling after her with 'Evie.' Don't know why I even bothered.
I left after staring at my wand for a while, contemplating death and killing myself, just so she wouldn’t have a constant reminder of her ‘stupidity,’ but needless to say, I couldn’t bring myself to do it then and there, so I decided to try my hand at drinking again. Two, three drinks later and talking to some veela girl, and I stand to leave so I could go off and do the deed, only to find myself unable to walk without stumbling. If only I could have held my liquor better, I wouldn’t be here now, suffering. John happened upon the two of us when she was trying to lead me to some inn, so now, he’s keeping an eye on me. Tried holding me captive in his hut, he did. Went over really well, as you could imagine. Never had a better visit in my life than that one! Not. Dumb guy wouldn’t let me leave even when I got to being homicidal. Calls me selfish when he’s been just as selfish in his life. Whatever. Who gives a damn about John right now? He found out what happened today, slaps me upside the face. Two rows in a row. Wonderful, simply wonderful.
Only person I’ve not had yet talk to me is Serena, and I hope John doesn’t mention what happened before she does. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Not much point writing much more when you can’t even think of much to write. I just wish I could’ve done myself in that night. There’s no point to living anymore.
Winslow
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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 8, 2015 10:47:00 GMT -8
Well, things have sort of begun to look up since the last entry on a piece of parchment. Left the stupid journal in our room. Maybe I should have just destroyed the parchment, erase all memory of those stupid thoughts. Oh well…maybe it’ll do some good to have that as a reminder of how stupid I can be at times?
Well, about a week after that…entry (err—yesterday), Evie and I made up, though I’d only come to get the journal, didn’t intend for us to make up, but I saw how ill she seemed, skinnier, eyes bloodshot and sunken in, all that, and she even threw up. I was worried, so she kind of managed to get to me. It’s for the better, I suppose, though I still in some ways wish I hadn’t let her get through, hadn’t agreed to make things work. I’m only going to bring down hers and the baby’s life. Yes, that’s right. We’re going to be parents. Ended up being the reason Poppy gave her when I took her down there and then just left her.
But anyway, this morning, Serena comes to the classroom, ready to give her own two cents. I was tired of outside interference by that point, so I decided to give her a reason to call me a git, humored her, if you will. Tries to push on me this idea, like I hadn’t realized it. Even had the audacity to say she’d take the baby so that Evie could wallow and I could live hating her and the baby. Like hell could I ever hate my own flesh and blood. She can be such an interfering git sometimes nowadays. She’s always got to put her two cents in. Sometimes I wish she’d go back to how her was. Don’t get me wrong, Serena’s well-meaning, but when someone’s already annoyed and disturbed and upset, she’d do well to keep it to herself, especially when dealing with men. It was like she wanted to put a guilt trip on me, saying that Evie was probably pregnant (she’d deduced this on her own) and all that jazz. Earned myself another slap. So, two slaps and one punch in the face in one week. Pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Went out to find Evie after that, as Serena so kindly talked to me about all this during class, sending my students away, and then taking over my detentions. Sometimes I really wish people wouldn’t interfere. So, we talked and all that, and Evie told me that I was going to be a father. I honestly don’t know what to think still, at this point. On the one hand I’m scared to death. What if somehow everything goes horribly wrong and I really do end up dead? What if I’m not there when the baby is born? Life is too complicated right now, even if I’m supposed to ‘die’ in a few days during the next battle and then assume another person’s identity so that I can continue teaching (assuming Moody doesn’t lock me in HQ. He’ll love me even more then! Not.
And then, I feel sort of sorry for the little guy, being born into such times. I hope that Voldemort will be dead before he’s born, though. I seriously hope he is, or I will be afraid to see what I’m like. But, I’m also happy. I mean, I’m going to be a father. Words can’t express the happiness I feel despite these other feelings. But, before I can even begin to try, students begin to pour into class and I can’t write any longer.
Winslow
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