bellatrix (mypetsnake) wrote in triumphic, @ 2014-04-20 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !journal, 1991 : 04, fawley philomena, fenwick benjy, lestrange bellatrix, malfoy narcissa, mckinnon marlene, pettigrew peter, prewett gideon, snape severus, wagtail geoffrey |
Strange, I think, the way one's home soil can act as a tonic. Strange to think that my magic is ever stronger when I am rooted in English soil and tied to the legacy of my forebears. Strange to think that you - that any of you - might think to take it away from me, or from mine, ever again.
[BENJY FENWICK]
Darling, I meant to tell you. I meant to tell you this years ago, but you see, things got away from me in the hot Spanish sun. So allow me to tell you right now that my legs are all aquiver.
You killed the little runt in the way. You did me a favour.
Now, I can fuck who I want until my knees are water. I can scream, writhe and thrash. I can happily claim womanhood - and victory - in the same breath. And I do so because you killed the right brother.
So top marks to you, Benjy Fenwick. I hope you think of that tonight when you're pity-wanking.