Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in Edmund Diggory's InsaneJournal:

Sunday, September 7th, 2008
9:33 am	Tuesday 15 September 1942 No word this morning on Bill. Dad said there would be some if the news was extremely bad, but I am guessing there would be also if the news was at all good. Annie and I had hoped to talk properly to Kat at breakfast but in the end breakfast was rushed after this second drill and I barely got a chance to pass on the substance of Dad's letter to Kat and Annie was caught up with Addie Kyteler's students for some reason as well as her own (which is terrible — and out of character — for Miss Kyteler). And so, we just have to hope, I suppose. I hope I can have a word with Kat at the end of dinner. And Josette still looks like something terrible has happened, too. Current Mood: worried (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
10:49 pm	Monday 14 September 1942 Dad said not to feel bad about Bill getting so ill before he left. Of course he would say that, he's setting a great example: he feels bad about it himself. I wouldn't feel bad about it if I hadn't lost my temper so badly with Bill yesterday. He hasn't been so very ill this year, he's certainly had energy for being a stubborn pain in the neck. (A stubborn pain in the neck who is really sad about his father, but even so.) But if I hadn't been so angry with him, he might have felt able to tell me how sick he was. He seemed to have a flu when the cricket was over yesterday and he didn't object much at all when he heard he was going back to hospital, except something about there being a Malfoy there. But he didn't say that he was feeling very unwell. This is what happens when someone calls a Gryffindor a coward. It meant I didn't realise how ill he was until he became delirious this morning. And Dad was nearly here by then. And actually Dad looked awfully worried, I hope Annie and Kat didn't realise how worried, I don't think they did. I wonder what they've found out about all this. I remember Mum looked like she was going to cry when she heard it was polio, apparently Muggles can't cure it, but it happens here every year when the new firsties come and usually it's just a case of energy work, like when I got measles my first year here. Meanwhile, back to work. It's hard to remember it was only just before hols that our biggest problem was Zabini being such a godawful prat to Jamie about his sister. That wouldn't even count as a problem this year. I need to ready my boys for a drill and when Smith is well I'd better keep an eye on him because, bloody hell. And something is up with Josie (Miss Cooper of course, but I can only tell because I knew her as Josie once), something worse than what's up with the rest of us or perhaps she's just taking it worse, I can't tell. I'm trying to decide whether I should have a word with her or not, she's not wanted to have anything to do with me lately, but who else is there to tell? Miss Bones and Miss Umbridge seem to have other things on their mind, mostly settling old scores with the house elves of all the damned things. Current Mood: guilty (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
9:45 pm	Saturday 12 September 1942 ( I don't know whether I share Dad's ultimate optimism about Bilius. ) Current Mood: exhausted (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 1st, 2007
12:17 pm	Tuesday 8 September 1942 A day and a half has passed since the announcement of Marcus's unlamented death, and on its heels the announcement of the death of a student. Well, I can do more about the former than the latter, at least until we learn more about it. Miss Jeannot's brother is in a state, or so I hear from B&E. As for us, well, for today most people seem to have forgotten the traitor with our blood, although it'll be temporary enough. Kat appears more angry than sad, as well she might be, and Annie is reacting strangely. I think both of them would be helped more than anything by a clearer understanding of what on earth possessed their father (I can only hope figuratively rather than literally), but we're not likely to get it unless the Malfoys and Zabinis know more than Lady Malfoy could tell me. But neither of the girls is as badly off as Bilius. He's never been a good kid, really. Some part of the reason that Dad insisted on keeping on good terms with Marcus always seemed to be Bilius, seeing if in fact the son could be prevented from becoming the father. It hasn't been the best thing for Lewis I don't think (although he's finding his own way a bit more this year). But the father wanted the son to become himself, and the result is this mess of a boy, whose every thought and every principle still seems to be dictated by whatever he thinks would please his dead father, and no one else. Current Mood: angry (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 26th, 2006
10:46 am	31 August 1942 Miss Walsingham is, very sweetly and very firmly, not interested in pursuing any particular further acquaintance with me. Hardly surprising I suppose, but I did allow myself to hope a little since she allowed herself to spend so much time with me at the Mulcibers' above and beyond even what Miss Umbridge's efforts were promoting. Her letter doesn't seem to say that she intends to cut me entirely, but I will certainly leave any further overtures of friendship to her. I shouldn't complain about my position as regards to marriage. I am in the unfortunate but very common position of being unable to offer a good name as part of any suit, but at least there are no concerns as to the money and basic respectability I can offer to those who regard my mother's parentage as unfortunate rather than toxic. It's just annoying to be caught up in the cross-fire of the maneuvers of Miss Umbridge and her ilk, and also unfortunate that my bloodline deprives me of the attentions of the very amiable and beautiful Miss Walsingham. However, so be it. My family, unfortunately, is caught up in much more serious matters. Marcus Weasley has always been a hothead and a decidedly odd one at that. If Mum and Dad are at loggerheads, it's always over something he's said to have done, and whether or not we should associate with them so much and whether Sal, in particular, should be allowed to visit there. But the Weasleys are kin to Dad and neighbours and Annie and the others are generally good sorts (although Weasley, for all his periodic attention to Lewis's faults, is a bit blind to Bilius's); so he's always held the day. This evening Dad still claims he's trying to find out whether Weasley really gave that interview to The Quibbler or if it was just fabricated wholesale, but really, we would have heard something from him or Mrs Weasley by now if he had been libelled so. Everything is very quiet there. This will make things very difficult for Annie, Bilius and Kat at school. A lot of families will be angry with Weasley, and with ample reason. The Malfoy heir is at school this year, and I don't suppose he would have associated with them in any case, but this can hardly improve matters. I suppose things might be difficult for us too, but at least we don't bear the name. I hope Dad can work something out with the Weasleys once we're at school, but it's probably vain hope if Weasley is so far gone as to make such open and ill-supported accusations to the press. I shall do what I can for the others at school; I hope Lewis and Bilius don't get themselves caught up in stupid disputes about Weasley honour this year, because they'll really have difficulty making the case for its existence now. Current Mood: resigned (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 19th, 2006
12:10 pm	30 August 1942 I had planned to spend this morning composing an owl to Miss Walsingham to thank her for her company last night. She is very pleasant and sweet in addition, of course, to being very very pretty indeed. I know perfectly well, even without the whispers of the Purebloods, that Miss Umbridge only made the introduction in order to keep Miss Walsingham from Black's notice. (Judging from Miss Umbridge's behavior at her party last night just before I left, she succeeded to her own satisfaction at any rate.) But Miss Walsingham seemed genuinely interested in making the acquaintance and I hope she will want to continue it. However, thanks to my stupid younger brothers, Dad and I have so far spent the morning hauling The Shy Lady out of the mud on the banks where Dad and Marcus Weasley had to stick her last night. We'll have to spend most of the rest of the day cleaning her up, since some of the Muggles saw her and therefore we'll need to clean her their way. One of the oars is lost for good and the sail is nearly past mending too. I cannot believe that Lewis was idiot enough to take her out at dusk when he's no better sailor, and evidently no better swimmer either, than he was a week ago. On top of that, of course, he effectively stole her, and managed to get the Weasleys involved. A good drenching in the river was exactly what Bilius's health needed last night, I'm sure, and in fact they're all lucky to be alive. I am though, if anything, more angry with Hamish. It's past time he stopped acting as Lewis's dogsbody and started to think for himself. Apparently he's the only reason that the Lady remained upright for even a moment after Weasley started screaming at them from the bank, and he is certainly cleverer than a lot of people (including him) think, but it's no use at all using his talents in Lewis's mad schemes. Lewis doesn't even respect him, and won't either until Hamish stands up for himself. I found his letter this morning, so he obviously knew at the time that what they were doing was wrong and dangerous, but he didn't tell anyone. I'm almost certain that Hamish is going to sort Hufflepuff though, and at any rate it won't be Gryffindor, so he will be at least somewhat away from Lewis's influence this year. Current Mood: pretty damned cranky (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 26th, 2006
1:12 pm	Saturday 29 August 1942 It's been good getting a chance to get out of the house a couple of times before school starts. Yesterday Crouch and I fixed up the wards at his house to protect against the Muggle weapons better. It's amazing how this war has changed the perceptions of what the Muggles are capable of, and rightly so. Crouch and his family are wise to be worried about it; out there they're likely beneath Grindelwald's notice, but not so the German bombers. Still, at least the Crouches are a wizarding family and can actually take some precautions against the bombers. I haven't heard much of many of our younger Muggleborns this summer, and the bombing has not been intense as in previous years, but it's heartbreaking for them and for us, not being allowed to protect their family and friends at home when we have the capability to. Of course, I know what dangers lie in breaking the Statute, and what discord the enemy could sow if we revealed ourselves at this point in the war, but it's hard to maintain that in the face of a child whose home has been destroyed. Crouch was as formal as always, but he's at least good to work with. Goodness knows what he and Miss Mulciber are thinking today about this madness about Dashwood and Kyteler. When it comes down to it, I suppose it's a good thing for poor Miss Warrington to be rid of Dashwood without any wrongdoing on her side, but how upsetting for her to have to face a party tonight after such a scandal. I suppose her friends are rather less excited about engagements this morning. I'm not really disappointed about that; Crouch can safely joke about the girls and their matrimonial ambitions, but I really can't afford to continue to provide passing amusement to girls who would never seriously consider allowing themselves to be courted by someone with two Muggle grandparents. Current Mood: shocked (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
10:14 am	Wednesday 26 August 1942 Well, we're in for it now. Lewis has apparently promised the Weasleys a turn in The Shy Lady, completely without asking any kind of permission of course. Dad thinks I ought to take them out. He thinks if they can have a little bit of fun the thrill will wear off. But a little bit of fun for that lot would involve overturning the boat at the very least, or raising some kind of gale for a lark. He hasn't volunteered himself to take them sailing, I notice. Not after what happened last summer when he decided that he'd show them some of his old Chaser tricks from those halycon Gryffindor school days. He hasn't gone near a broom since. Current Mood: annoyed (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 8th, 2006
10:48 am	Tuesday 25 August 1942 Well, that didn't last long. Lewis somehow snuck The Shy Lady out last evening and promptly overturned her. She floated fine, but he lost his head, dropped his wand and was swept down the river. After making sure the Bubble Head and the Silencio I cast from shore were secure we got a rope out to him and he's fine. Alas, the figurehead is not pleased, and I doubt we'll get her out on the water again before school goes back. I am looking forward to the Mulcibers' party a great deal after a summer of nothing but keeping Sally, Hamish and Lewis (in particular) out of trouble. At least next week I can leave Lewis to the Gryffindor prefects to an extent, and good luck to them too! Current Mood: exhausted (Comment on this)
Monday, January 30th, 2006
8:38 pm	Saturday 15 August 1942 Dad and I have finally finished up all the work we wanted to do on this place while I was home.New guttering and new porch, done. Dad's finally dropped his mad scheme about mucking around with Muggle wiring, so in the last week we've finally been able to get The Shy Lady seaworthy again. Dad's just left her to rot in the shed this whole last year. It's been for the best in the end though, the poor thing's dignity was insulted by some of my old workmanship and this has given me an excuse to redo it. I even had time to add a little extra to her. The Shy Lady now has her own figurehead, a little mermaid I carved. I was really proud of her: her expression is the most lifelike I've ever been able to do. Naturally Dad had to fiddle about with some charms once we had the Lady out on the water today and suddenly she was flicking her tail about and winking at the Muggle sailors when they weren't looking. He says if he was a mermaid he'd milk it for all it was worth too. It doesn't bear thinking about. The effect is more permanent than he claimed, judging from the way Horatio just shot out of the workshop as if the entire Axis was on his tail. Poor thing. Somehow I just can't find it in me to remove the charms though. (Comment on this)