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(no subject) [Oct. 13th, 2006|08:50 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
Blanche is in her room, writing another list of things that Must Be Done. There are lots of these around her room at this point.

She's dreadfully nervous about the school, hoping that the funds come through, hoping that putting her in charge of it when it opens isn't the stupidest thing ever...

Sirius has confidence in her, at least.
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2006|06:37 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
The last time Blanche had really traveled, she was married. And they had traveled in wizard-fashion, on broomstick to Romania and then by Thestral-drawn carriage. After all, "the Floo is a filthy way to travel, and you, my dear, cannot Apparate, so carriage it is." She hadn't argued. One thing she'd learned fairly quickly was that Karl was easier to deal with if one weren't arguing with him.

She'd closed her eyes the whole way on broomstick, and the carriage ride had made her sick with the speed at which they went.

On the whole, Blanche felt that travel by airplane was far better than either of those two ways. She was comfortable, and safe within thick walls and glass. And she barely felt as if she were moving.

Peter was sitting next to her, and she was reading a travel guide to one of the places they would visit on their trip through the United States.

This was a wonderful way to travel.
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(no subject) [Mar. 29th, 2006|07:30 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
Today, we are speaking to a young woman whose life until now has been shrouded in secrecy and deception. Blanche Malfoy, daughter of an old and venerable wizarding family, has spent most of her life running away from the legacy she was born to. This previous February, she even went so far as to fake her own death, to throw her relatives off of her scent.

Why such drastic measures? We sent our reporter Sebastian Singer to meet with Miss Malfoy, and find out.

Q: We've checked, and we do not have record with St. Mungo's of your birth...

A: I was not born in St. Mungo's. We were not living within the Wizarding world at that time. My father had been disinherited by his mother, and he was angry. I was delivered by a midwife and my mother registered my birth with the other Muggle babies of London.

Q: If your birth was registered in London, did you live there for some time before moving to Russia? What caused your family to move?

A: We all lived in London until I was about four years old. We were very poor, and when my mother braved Malfoy Manor in order to ask my father's mother for help, none was given. My father heard of some sort of scam, a get-rich-quick scheme--to this day I still cannot remember details--and when I was four, we moved to Moscow.

Q: What was your childhood like?

A: Well, like most children, I had friends in the neighborhood, and I played with them as much as I was able. I needed to work to bring in money from a young age, and was a very helpful assistant to a midwife in our poor neighborhood. She was often the only recourse for people too poor to go to a hospital or to see a doctor. I earned a very small sum, and sometimes food as barter.

Q: You sound as if you were a particularly precocious and intelligent child. Why weren’t you sent to a Wizarding school?

A: My father wanted me at home; for reasons best known only to himself. I was not included in discussions about my future. I remember that I got invitations to all three of the major Wizarding schools in Europe and England. I remember that I would hear stories of Mother’s time in Hogwarts and I wanted to go too.

Instead, I was schooled at home, by my mother. She was a Muggleborn witch, and my father did not want her to teach me more than the most rudimentary magic. My father, unbeknownst to me, had other plans for me, and my mother was frightened of him, so she obeyed. She educated me well in other ways, and I loved to read.

Q: Where are your parents now?
My mother died when I was twelve years old. We could not afford a doctor, or so I thought. I was the only one tending her, and she died in my arms. I still do not know what killed her.

Q: I'm sorry for your loss. You must have been devestated.

A: I was. Even my father seemed crushed, and he treated me with care.

But it was two weeks later that we went to Siberia, and my life changed.

Q: Siberia sounds like a bleak and lonely place.

A: I liked the train ride there. I was excited and frightened. I thought foolishly that my father and I were to make a new life there. [pause]

Q: You look upset. Shall we break?

A: No, I should get it out.

When we got there, I found out that my father had sold me to a wealthy wizard by the name of Karl Grozny. I was not old enough to make consent, but my father used spells to make sure I was quiescent.

I married him two days later, and signed a binding magical contract.

Q: That's very hard to believe, that a father could do such a thing to his daughter.

A: I have reason to believe that it was what he intended for me for a long time. The curses and compulsions my father had placed on me since I was very young were all undetectable by casual means, and all of them were tailored to make me especially compliant.

The magical contract I signed bound me to the house itself. I could not even go out of the door without being bounced back by the wards. I put my hand out of the window once and burned my fingers.

Q: What sort of relationship could you have had with this man? Surely he must have found out how young you were very quickly.

A: He saw in me what he wanted to see. I was not an unattractive child, the glamour my father put on me was strong, as well. He saw in me the promise of an heir.

I was depressed most of the time. He'd assigned servants to me, and it was all they could do sometimes to get me out of bed and dressed. I used to go to the ballroom in his home, and stare out of the windows at the gardens. [pause]

He did not know how to deal with me. He didn't understand why I was so upset all the time, since I had consented to the marriage of my free will--or so it seemed to him. He had no idea of the compulsions I was under.

I remember, it was a year later, that he caught me looking out at the gardens and crying. It was new spring, and I'd not been outside in months.

He brought me outside and took me for a walk. I could barely speak. I cannot tell you what it was like to finally have grass beneath my feet again.

Soon thereafter, we began to travel together. He seemed to care for me a lot more. And when I got pregnant, I hoped for a real family. When our Nickolai was born, I'd never been so happy and for a couple of months, we were a family.

Q: That did not last.

A: Unfortunately, no. My son died of a mysterious illness while he slept at two months. It was a devastating time for both of us, and a very dark time.

Q: What led you to to travel all the way from your home in Siberia to the U.K.?

A: Actually, I had never intended to leave Eastern Europe. It was an emergency situation. My husband was dying, and the will was uncertain, since we had no heir. He said I should go, lest I be in danger from his relations. You see, he was the eldest son, his father had just died, and his family had had many dealings with Dark wizards. It was in trying to divest himself of such ties that he met the wrong end of a particularly insidious curse which ended his life slowly and painfully.

He directed me to flee to Romania, where they had certain facilities for runaway young witches and wizards. Most of the servants were bound, either to the houses or to the grounds, as I was bound to the house. Karl released me from the spell, and I ran away.

I made my way to Romania, a long and tiring journey, and fell into the welcome of the Center for Young Witches and Wizards in Bucharest, where the headmistress there let me stay for a while. I helped with the children and wherever I could. I was so very lost and unsure of what I should do.

My caseworker, Mrs. Blavatskna, made arrangements for me to come to Britain to study, and off I went again. But I stayed with dear friends, and I learned magic for the first time in a nice, safe place for the first time in my life.

Q: Was it difficult for you to adjust to being a student?

A: It was strange to be free. I still felt as if I had to ask permission for everything. It was wonderful to have my own wand, to make friends my own age, and to finally learn magic. It was like I'd been blind all those years and now I could see again. I had time to recover from everything I'd been through, and in a safe place. It was heavenly.

Q: You took quite a drastic step in faking your death. May I ask why you did such a thing?

A: I had traveled with a friend to Diagon Alley to get some supplies for myself. While I was there, my father chanced upon me, and tried to revive some old compulsion spells he used on me as a child. He knew I was in Britain, he wanted me to come to him, and his intentions were nefarious. I knew that unless they thought I were dead, I would have no peace, and I desperately needed peace in order to recover.

Q: What is your relationship with Charlie Weasley?

A: He is a good friend and he helped me to gain my education. He agreed to help me fake my death in order to keep me safe from my father and all who would hurt me.

We had been recruited for the February mission against the Werewolf Research Facility by Sirius Black, and we decided to take that opportunity to fake my death. Of course…we’d no idea that the person who recruited us was, indeed, Sirius Black.

Q: At any time while you were with Sirius Black, did you feel that you were in danger?

A: Not at all. Mr. Black seemed to be reckless and courageous, but never made a threat to me or any of my classmates. He always seemed very concerned with our well-being.

Q: And now, one final question, Miss Malfoy, and we'll let you and your friends get back to business: if you could change any single circumstance of your life, what would that one circumstance be?

A: I find it difficult, as anyone would, I think, to answer your question. My experiences have made me who I am, and I rather like myself this way. There are things I regret happened, of course. I wish my son were alive. I wish my mother were alive. I wish things had not happened as they did. But just to change one thing would be to change me. I would not change anything that I had done, but I do regret that I had to do some of them. [Pause] But I do wish my son were alive.
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Correspondence. [Jan. 30th, 2006|07:20 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
Rubbing her eyes, Blanche had barely woken before the owl delivering the Daily Prophet and the mail was tap-tap-tapping at her window.

She ruffled her sleep tousled hair as she opened her window, and clutched her dressing gown closed as a blast of chill air entered the room. Blanche was most pleased to see a letter from her solicitor amongst the weaving supply catalogues.

Dear Blanche,

How good it is to call you by your proper name! You are very brave to do this, and you have my full support for anything you might need.

I've invested wisely using some of your instructions and a few of my own, and you do have plenty for your needs as well as for any charitable donations of modest size you wish to make. I have also laid aside an amount for your future--it's best to start early on such things.

I've arranged for all your personal papers to revert back to your own name, and you still have a vault at Gringotts. After the article you have done comes out, I will keep an ear out to hear what people are saying--and you should too.

I wish you the best of luck in this endeavour, and dearly hope that everything we would both like to see comes to pass.

Until then, I remain

Respectfully yours,

Farnon Torte, Esq.

Blanche smiled and went to get dressed. Her imagination was full of bright hope for the future. She knew that things might be touch and go for a while...but there seemed to be a definite light at the end of the tunnel.

After she was dressed, she left her door open while she read. She was in such a good mood that didn't mind visitors at all.
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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2005|08:43 am]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |happyhappy]

I do love having my own room.

In Moscow, my family had a tiny apartment, and I slept in the kitchen...which was also the main room of the house, kitchen, dining room, where my mother had her tapestry loom suspended from the ceiling, to be pulled down when we wished to make something...

And did I mention tiny?

Karl's house in Siberia was absolutely immense, but of course, I still didn't have my own room. It was easy to become lost in that house, either by accident or by design.

When I fled Siberia to Romania and landed at the Safe Center for Young Witches and Wizards, I lived in a sort of dormitory, and sometimes slept in the room with the babies and toddlers, since I was so good with them.

This is the first time I've ever had my own room, my own space. I have my books, and I have a table...I even have my own bathroom!

This is so very wonderful...so very wonderful.
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Going to the movies... [May. 14th, 2005|01:44 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
My first foray into the land of the living since I became dead, which should be interesting. Polyjuice will be in order, I suppose. Or else a very good disguise, which I might be able to get away with, considering it is dark in a movie theatre. However, I will take no chances.

I have not commemorated Karl's death this year, nor have I commemorated Nickolai's, at least not in this journal. Does it still hurt? Every day, and I don't think that will ever fully go away. But I need to move on. I feel a bit heartless for that. But it all feels like such a dream now that I'm here, now that I'm legally of age, an adult...Maybe it's time I began again.

I have many things to learn, and it's time to stop mourning the past and get on with it.
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A short post... [Mar. 13th, 2005|06:44 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
I am still rather awestruck that I am psychic in any way. It's a tremendous responsibility, which is why I learnt early on to keep it restrained. It's extremely odd to be around someone and get a flash of emotion, or an image, or even a word that they didn't tell me about and that they don't know that I know.

I'd like to use this power better, and put it to good use. I'm hoping I can do some good with it.
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Just working a few things out... [Feb. 13th, 2005|03:18 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
Considering that Blanche Malfoy is, well...dead, I obviously need a new identity. Tell me how this sounds, everyone.

Hullo, my name is Irina Woronsky. I was born in a small village in Warsaw, Poland, however, shortly after I was born, my family relocated to Moscow, Russia. My father was a factory worker, my mother stayed home to take care of me.

(Sound good? Sound bad? I want to be as non-descript as possible.)

My parents were Muggles and were fearful to send me away to wizarding school--my mother, who had homeschooled me for my entire life, was especially loathe to send me anywhere else. For my part, I did not want to leave home, either.

When I was fourteen, both of my parents were killed in a freak bus accident, leaving me orphaned. I traveled on my own, being wary of people, and eventually made my way to Romania, where I came upon some family friends who helped me.

I now go to a private school, run by some family friends, and I am learning much about wizard culture.

I am very glad I have an intelligent, trustworthy lawyer. He probably foresaw the need for this; I wonder if he's psychic. I will have to figure out how I will disguise my appearance at some point, but I do not think I need do it now. I could probably work some things with hair dye and colored contact lenses for the long term. Polyjuice will probably be fine for short trips.
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(no subject) [Feb. 8th, 2005|07:45 am]
Blanche Malfoy
I have been thinking, in the light of recent events, how very neglectful I have been in my duties as Prefect. Rhiannon was a girl in my dormitory. I consider that she was under my care. Yet I barely knew her. I was so caught up in my own troubles that I never bothered to know her.

Well, my troubles are over now--or if not over, they are manageable--and it is time for me to come out of hiding and be a real Prefect. It is time I began acting helpful and not just as a student.

I pledge in Rhiannon's memory that I will do better.
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Thoughts on the eve... [Feb. 3rd, 2005|11:49 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
I can look out of my window and see the stars. My friends travel to Romania tomorrow, I follow along, but only astrally. I will do my very best work...and try to help in any way I can.

I don't pray often. I was never taught to, and I have never trusted in many people above and beyond myself. I'm praying now, though. Please, let everyone come back safely. Let them come back unharmed.

I have discovered something very serious about myself, and it bears thought. I am afraid even to write it down. If I write it, it might not be true. Ever.

I think I'm in love.

But what do I know about it? I've never been in love before.

It will remain my secret for as long as it has to.

I hope everyone remains careful and watchful tomorrow. I sleep now.
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(no subject) [Feb. 1st, 2005|03:51 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
Am I worried about Friday? Yes. But not for me. Whatever happens, I have no fear for myself. I've good reason for that.

I worry about my friends. I hope they will all come back safely and unharmed, though I do not hold my breath for the 'unharmed' part. That is why I want to help in the Hospital Wing--if I can do something, anything, then it will help me not to worry.

I hope all will be well. I hope we succeed in what we attempt.

I hope.
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Several thoughts... [Jan. 16th, 2005|02:10 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
My birthday was quiet, and I was able to talk to Peter and Hex, which was nice. Though I am rather sad about what Peter told us about his parents. He'd never even given us a hint of what was going on. But now I know what that feeling I got from him on the night I gave him his Christmas present was.

I need to go and see Maeve, too...I forgot to give her her Christmas present! How silly I am.

I'm trying so hard to think of my happy thoughts for Patronus class. There are more than I thought there would be, which is odd. I wonder what my Patronus will take the form of.

I wonder if I can tell anyone about the plans the Headmaster and I have for my untimely demise. Not that I'd tell a terrible lot of people, and no one outside the Castell.

Back to studying.
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Thinking... [Jan. 7th, 2005|05:54 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |pensivepensive]

I wonder what my Patronus will be. I wonder if I'll be able to cast one. I hope so.

This thing with my father has me anxious. I shouldn't be, though. After the raid, it will not matter much anymore. Not a moment too soon, of course. I'll be seventeen on my next birthday, in just three days.

I know what we've planned is the only way I will get any peace, and I know that it's the right thing to do. I cannot help but be sad about it, though. I know I am never alone physically, but I feel very alone.

I don't really know what I need. I just know that something is gone, and I do not think I will get it back.

I am *really* looking forward to my first vodka at the Last Order on Monday.
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(no subject) [Dec. 23rd, 2004|07:21 am]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |happyhappy]

He kissed me.

I know it was the mistletoe, mostly.

But he kissed me.

I hope he does it again. Sometime soon.

I couldn't block myself with him last night as well as I have been. There was a definite feeling of sadness around him. It was rather like tasting tears. It felt familiar; as if I have felt the same thing myself.

I shall have to ask him about it, but I won't drag it from him.

At least the strangeness between us is gone. I did not like that being there.
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Restless, restless, restless! [Dec. 18th, 2004|09:13 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |aggravatedagitated]

I don't know what to write, but it is coming out on this parchment anyway.

I am sad and agitated and just wanting something, I do not know what. I know that my father is going to convince Uncle Lucius to help him find me. When that happens, there is no way I will be able to show my face in Diagon Alley again. Or anywhere outside of this Castell. (I wonder if this is my psychic-ness nagging at me?)

I want to do something. I need to strike back, even if it's something almost harmless. It has to be at my father, I have to do something, it isn't fair that he should get off with no punishment for what he's done to me...to my mother. I have my suspicions.

And I need to step up my independent psychic studies. And I want to take a astral trip to Malfoy Manor. I have not been there since I was four. I must know what is going on!
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In Memoriam... [Dec. 11th, 2004|05:03 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |sadsad]

I am the very worst daughter ever...the date was yesterday, not today!

It has been three years since my mother's death. A very eventful three years, to be sure. (However, to be honest, I do not believe I had ever been bored before I went to Siberia.)

I blamed her for a long time. How could she leave me, unprotected and alone? I nursed her as best I could, with Raisa, the midwife, coming over to help when Father was out. It was such a mysterious malady, and it came upon her in October of that year, and she would seem to improve, then suddenly worsen. While she was well, I could still work, but while she was sick, I stayed with her. Father seemed to be nicer to her--and me--then. We had no money for doctors. That was what he said. That may or may not be a fact.

I watched as she wasted before my eyes, that last month. I was so helpless before this illness, it was hard to watch her grow steadily worse. I shed no tears, knowing she would hear me, knowing that I was so terribly sad would have made things worse for her.

She and I were alone when she died, and that scene is infinitely precious to me as well as frightening. It is something I cannot write about or explain.

I do wish that I could see her again, to ask her questions and hear her advice, to just sit holding hands. There's a sore place in my heart for her.
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Dear Journal, [Dec. 10th, 2004|08:25 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |confusedconfused]

All right. I am not sure how I should take this. Peter invited Maeve for Christmas.

I am sure it is quite innocent, of course. It does not worry me.

Not really.

It would, however, have been nice to have been warned. Or informed. Or...something.


What is it the Americans say?

Suck it up.

And deal.

It sounds like a plan.

Does this sound like me? [Dec. 9th, 2004|08:33 am]
Blanche Malfoy

You Are a Visionary Soul

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

I do hope I'm a good Healer. That is my main goal, after all.
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Family Reflections [Dec. 1st, 2004|05:24 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]

When my mother died, my family did as well. Father was not a member of my family--not for lack of trying on my part, either. Going to Siberia cemented the destruction--I was without help for quite some time. I had hurt myself on purpose before when things were really stressful, but it was in Siberia that I really became destructive. Karl did not find out for quite some time about it, and other members of the household healed the wounds for me. There were a few close calls.

I was very young, and I did not understand Karl very well. I was only thirteen, after all. I was stunned and angry and scared. If I hit, he hit back, and I soon learned not to hit. If I couldn't hit out, I hit myself. It was when I was too unhappy to hurt myself that I was in danger. Not being able to go out of the front door of the estate unless he were with me did not help.

It was well over a year before Karl began to really see me, though signs of him realizing I was a person came before that. He did quite a bit to make up for lost time. I learned that he had been controlled by his father, as well, though in a different way. He began to realize what my father really was, and I think he considered releasing me several times. I would not have wanted to go. Much as I hated what had happened to me, Siberia was home now, it was familiar, and I had no other place to go. Karl was very kind to me, though we fought sometimes. I was never in love with him. He had hurt me far too much for me to trust him, and I was too young--I did not know what love was then. I'm not sure I know what that sort of love is now. It was more of a friendship than anything else.

I loved being pregnant, though it was frightening at times. I did not realize half the things that would happen to me, and having delivered some babies in the past did not prepare me for labor. But for those two months that Nickolai was alive, we were a family. It was not perfect, but it was mine, and I was fully prepared to stay, do whatever I could have to preserve it, at all costs.

Nickolai's death sent Karl and I away from each other for a few weeks. We were angry with each other, blaming, cursing. In our grief, we pushed each other away. Then, as before, it was Karl who came to me, who was kind, who tried to ease my grief and bring me around to trying again.

The Curse that found him ended that, and sent me on my journey. Coming to Dogstar was a very good thing, the caseworker in Romania made a good choice, not sending me to someplace like Durmstrang, which, to be honest, was my first choice, and the only thing that recommended it to me was the fact that they taught agressive use of spells, and I was full of anger and hate.

Over the months, however, Ms. Blavatskna worked with me, and brought me around again to see what I could be, with my beginner skills as a Muggle-style healer and the kindness with which I treated the young children in the orphanage. It was love that saved me, in the end, brought me here, let me survive. Now the people here are my family.

This has been a long entry, but it helps to look back and see where I have come from. I have come to a bend in the road, and now I shall see what lies down that path.
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(no subject) [Dec. 1st, 2004|01:22 pm]
Blanche Malfoy
[Current Mood |pensivepensive]

The second Christmas without my son.

It seems unreal that I even had him in the first place. Such a short time.

I have to admit there is still a large hole in my heart that was filled by him, and I suppose it will always be there, even if I get married again and have another child.

I have pictures at least. That way, I know it was all real, if only for a short space of time, that I had a family. Maybe not one entirely of my choosing, but it served for one.

More later. I am feeling rather reflective today.
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