Hello, journal.
As of today, thanks to Augustus Rookwood, I am officially a Death Eater. I thought having the Dark Lord inside me would automatically qualify me for such a position, but it seems as if the registration papers were... hmm, what's that Muggle term again... "Lost in the Mail" for quite some time now.
I can't wait to start throwing around a few Unforgivable Curses in the name of the Dark Lord. "The Dark Lord ordered sugar in his coffee, not cream! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
That, and I've been looking forward to the Imperius Curse for... Personal reasons. Nobody close to me seems to like me anymore, and making them do my bidding sounds most satisfying.
Plus, I can get my parents to invite me to dinner again.
As of today, thanks to Augustus Rookwood, I am officially a Death Eater. I thought having the Dark Lord inside me would automatically qualify me for such a position, but it seems as if the registration papers were... hmm, what's that Muggle term again... "Lost in the Mail" for quite some time now.
I can't wait to start throwing around a few Unforgivable Curses in the name of the Dark Lord. "The Dark Lord ordered sugar in his coffee, not cream! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
That, and I've been looking forward to the Imperius Curse for... Personal reasons. Nobody close to me seems to like me anymore, and making them do my bidding sounds most satisfying.
Plus, I can get my parents to invite me to dinner again.
