Walburga Black's Journal

10:18pm: [Private to Self]

I guess it is a slap in the face in regards to my own behavoir in the past to see my family in such turmoil. Everyone turning on each other because of beliefs. I know I am silly to even quilling this at this point knowing full well I blasted my own son off the tapestry for being who he is. A Black by blood, but not by personality. I still wonder what I did to make him go so wrong? Then there is my own niece. Love got her removed from the tapestry, along with Alphard, who had nothing but love for a wayward nephew. Cedrella for marrying Septimus Weasley.

Outside of love, what other weaknesses still lurk in the blood the Blacks?

Now nothing in regards of choice of mate is tearing us apart. It is the believed acts of a certain gender. That even as I was the classic traditional female; wife, mother and Lady of the Home, one dared to not just be that. Yes, she was a wife and more than likely commanded her home just as well, but we can't fault her for acually taking part in the beliefs that we Blacks have held dear for so long.

Yet she killed my son and my grand-neiece.

But the question is, don't we all murder our loved ones when we disown them in a way?[/End Private]

Cygnus, we need to talk. As soon as possible.

8:59pm: And just when things were going swimmingly with the family, Cygnus had to come in and be the rotten bastard that he is.

I am in need of some pain potions. My temples are throbbing.

[Private to Cedrella]

How can a grown man love his son so, but make such declarations of hatred against his grandchildren? Outside of maybe Alphard, didn't we act like Blacks? Odd question to ask you, but since coming here, I've come to trust and value your opinion. Help me understand here. [/End Private]

[Private to Sirius Black]

When you get the chance, do stop by and please, don't forget a nice bottle of firewhiskey for your mother. Your great-grandfather is driving me into the bottle.[/End Private]

Marius, you snivelling toad.

11:00am: Sirius,

This weekend is going to be rather lovely and I would like to take my eldest son out for a spot of lunch. Please agree and we can meet at the viranda of the House Cafe for I doubt you'd want to pick me up at my doorstep and escort me.

6:26pm: ( To Marius Black - Hexed Privately )

4:51pm: I have become aware of the resounding number of Black relations that have come through the veil as I have. Thus far, I have spoken with two of Cygnus' daughters and his grand-daughter. I have acually met up with my eldest son Sirius and cousin, Cedrella.

Who else has crossed? I long to know.

( Hexed private to Regulus Arcturus Black's eyes only. )

5:01pm: The Black family has succumbed to doom and degradation. How is this possible! How could anyone let this happen!?

We are the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Dating back to the Middle Ages. A time of kings and queens. We are royalty within ourselves!

How could Merlin have let this happen!!

My memories decieve me. They lie to me! My son, a son I have yet to hold is a traitor to his family. Has stabbed a dagger into the very bosum of the woman that carried him in her womb for nine months and gave him life. A traitor and a convict! My heart clenches at the mere thought. This can't be true!

And another son dead. This cannot be right. How could a Black have fallen in such a way. My beautiful Regulus. Deceased. Gone from this earth. Oh, how my heart cease to beat and great saddness fills me.

Cygnus you fool. You twit. How could you allow your daughter to take a Mudblood's bed! Andromeda! You trollop! You are not worthy of the Black surname. I hope you find misery in your marriage and never bare children.