I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Dec. 26th, 2011 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_justinHello,
Fred, George, Lee, Neville: It was nice to meet you this afternoon. I look forward to getting better acquainted.
I've just read Luna's introduction to this group. Luna, I'm so sorry for what happened to your father.
I gather that I've a bally good deal of back-reading to do, to learn about the rest of your secrets, since that's what supposed to keep us all safe here, isn't it? The idea that if one of us tells someone's secret, we can turn right 'round and tell that person's secret, what?
Well, I assume since Luna hasn't posted to tell us she's been arrested, this is truly secure. And don't worry, I've told Hydra that I was well tired tonight (which, as it happens, I am!) and I wanted to go back to my room after supper. So I'm quite alone at present and unlikely to be interrupted.
Right, here goes.
So, the official story everyone has been told about me is that my parents are Squibs. I was born in France, and they went there partly because they knew they'd be treated unkindly if they'd stayed in England. I had private tutors for all the time before I went to Beauxbatons and I was seriously ill for a long time, so I had to have extra tutoring to be able to start in my second year.
But that's not really the way it happened. Sally-Anne guessed part of the truth, but not all of it.
The part that she guessed is that my parents aren't Squibs at all. My mother's a Muggle and she had no idea what was happening when my magic manifested. That's why I was kept at home for so long, and that's why I became ill.
But that's not the whole of my secret. That's not why I wanted to come to England, even though it's particularly dangerous for me because, of course, my mother's being watched back in France.
The other part of my secret is that it was a tutor who came and told us that I was a wizard. He told us he could teach me enough magic and help us make up a story so that I could be admitted to Beauxbatons. My tutor gave his name as Nigel Cullenden.
Sally-Anne, that's why I wanted to know for sure if people believed he was really alive, as he claimed. And yesterday, when you told me that Miss Granger knew he was, I'd already had some confirmation of that, myself. You see, after you and I spoke a few weeks ago, I wrote to him. And he sent me a Christmas present, a book. So I knew that you weren't lying, do you see.
Well, that's my secret. I thought if I came here, perhaps I could find him and--maybe help him, I'm not sure. I don't know what I want to do at this point. I'd like him to get his friends in France to help my mother go into hiding, or at least get away from the Protectorate's French allies, what?
Sally-Anne, I couldn't help seeing what you wrote earlier. Thank you for thinking I needed friends. And I do apologise for frustrating you (and you, Ron) with my caution. I hope you can see why I felt it necessary to be quite sure before entrusting you with this information, what? I realise I probably could have left it at 'secret mudblood' and saved the rest but I thought it only proper to tell you the whole, so you'd understand the delicacy of my situation.
And, Mr Boot and Miss Granger: I can't imagine that it's not difficult for you, to talk to someone here who can take lessons openly when you have to sneak about. I'd just like to say I shan't take it amiss if you resent me for the accidents of fortune that separate our lots. I'm quite aware of how lucky I have been, so far, what? I only hope that you'll one day be able to claim the same rights.
And now, I really am still feeling a bit done in from all the bother at the weekend. I shall probably read a few of your old messages and then turn in.
-Justin
Fred, George, Lee, Neville: It was nice to meet you this afternoon. I look forward to getting better acquainted.
I've just read Luna's introduction to this group. Luna, I'm so sorry for what happened to your father.
I gather that I've a bally good deal of back-reading to do, to learn about the rest of your secrets, since that's what supposed to keep us all safe here, isn't it? The idea that if one of us tells someone's secret, we can turn right 'round and tell that person's secret, what?
Well, I assume since Luna hasn't posted to tell us she's been arrested, this is truly secure. And don't worry, I've told Hydra that I was well tired tonight (which, as it happens, I am!) and I wanted to go back to my room after supper. So I'm quite alone at present and unlikely to be interrupted.
Right, here goes.
So, the official story everyone has been told about me is that my parents are Squibs. I was born in France, and they went there partly because they knew they'd be treated unkindly if they'd stayed in England. I had private tutors for all the time before I went to Beauxbatons and I was seriously ill for a long time, so I had to have extra tutoring to be able to start in my second year.
But that's not really the way it happened. Sally-Anne guessed part of the truth, but not all of it.
The part that she guessed is that my parents aren't Squibs at all. My mother's a Muggle and she had no idea what was happening when my magic manifested. That's why I was kept at home for so long, and that's why I became ill.
But that's not the whole of my secret. That's not why I wanted to come to England, even though it's particularly dangerous for me because, of course, my mother's being watched back in France.
The other part of my secret is that it was a tutor who came and told us that I was a wizard. He told us he could teach me enough magic and help us make up a story so that I could be admitted to Beauxbatons. My tutor gave his name as Nigel Cullenden.
Sally-Anne, that's why I wanted to know for sure if people believed he was really alive, as he claimed. And yesterday, when you told me that Miss Granger knew he was, I'd already had some confirmation of that, myself. You see, after you and I spoke a few weeks ago, I wrote to him. And he sent me a Christmas present, a book. So I knew that you weren't lying, do you see.
Well, that's my secret. I thought if I came here, perhaps I could find him and--maybe help him, I'm not sure. I don't know what I want to do at this point. I'd like him to get his friends in France to help my mother go into hiding, or at least get away from the Protectorate's French allies, what?
Sally-Anne, I couldn't help seeing what you wrote earlier. Thank you for thinking I needed friends. And I do apologise for frustrating you (and you, Ron) with my caution. I hope you can see why I felt it necessary to be quite sure before entrusting you with this information, what? I realise I probably could have left it at 'secret mudblood' and saved the rest but I thought it only proper to tell you the whole, so you'd understand the delicacy of my situation.
And, Mr Boot and Miss Granger: I can't imagine that it's not difficult for you, to talk to someone here who can take lessons openly when you have to sneak about. I'd just like to say I shan't take it amiss if you resent me for the accidents of fortune that separate our lots. I'm quite aware of how lucky I have been, so far, what? I only hope that you'll one day be able to claim the same rights.
And now, I really am still feeling a bit done in from all the bother at the weekend. I shall probably read a few of your old messages and then turn in.
-Justin
