Mitchell Mendel (lockthedoors) wrote in audeamos, @ 2011-10-08 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ignatius prewett, character: mitchell mendel, date: october 1943, player: cara, player: kaitlin |
Who: Ignatius and Mitchell
What: Discipline log! Hanging vandalized war posters in the hall. After curfew.
When: Forward dated, October 12th, around midnight.
Where: The Entrance Hall?
Warnings // Status: n/a // in progress
If his private overuse of profanities on several journals over the weekend was any indication, Mitchell was distraught. More distraught than usual. He considered the war, or wars, on all fronts to be completely ridiculous and really could've cared less if both sides blew themselves up. His indifference was the only thing that had kept him from strangling a few people within the first month of school, and his thoughts on the matter were only solidified further with the more he learned. Muggles, wizards, people, he didn't care. They had what was coming to them if they were going to be that stupid.
His feelings on that matter hadn't changed. However, the recent draft notification made him painfully aware of his place in the matter. Or, rather, it created a place for him in a situation that he didn't approve of. They had lost soldiers, so they were bringing in more for the war effort. He wasn't sure if it was the idea of just being a soldier or if it was the potential idea that his life could be seen as expendable that bothered him more. He had value and he worked hard to get to where he was. He'd rather die refusing to give in before conceding to forced participation in a war that he could care less about.
Unfortunately, there were few things to be done. He still had his NEWTs to take at the end of the year and nothing was going to get in the way of that primary goal. However, that didn't mean he couldn't have a bit of fun and make a point in the mean time. Mitch planned on staying anonymous out of convenience more than anything, so he waited until late at night to go hang some rudely scribbled over war posters that were provided in the Daily Prophet. With coffee in hand, of course. There was always time for coffee.