Private Message to Lana Sandoval
Aug. 31st, 2015 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_padmaMaybe in light of Hydra's message I shouldn't be doing this, but if anyone wants to see what I've written, they're welcome to do. Anyway, I've got used to that over the last few months, and from what I hear, I reckon you'll get used to it, too.
I was sorry to hear about Ned, but it sounds like you didn't care much, anyway.
And I heard your sister was killed on Thursday, but the gossip is that you actually arranged that. That you asked Professor Dolohov to do it, and he did. So I'm sure you don't care that she's dead, now.
They told me you had a baby with Rodolphus Lestrange. That Hydra took her away before you'd even seen her.
The thing is, I've been thinking a lot--I had nothing but time to think, really--and I wonder if you care about that, either.
I wonder if you care about anything, besides yourself.
I got to spend time with Seamus recently, and we talked and talked about how all the things we did, we were convinced were necessary, and how we twisted ourselves into knots trying to justify killing children because their parents were traitors, if they even were. Seamus killed his mother but it was only because they told him he had to do it, that the safety and security of the realm depended on it.
All I ever did, to join the Council, to be part of things, I did because I wanted to please you. To impress you. And once you had what you wanted, you couldn't have cared less about me.
You deserve to be in jail. Way more than I ever did. You deserve to spend the rest of your life in a tiny room with a bucket for a washbasin and chamberpot, and people watching you every minute. You deserve to never hold a wand again.
But if you're a very good girl, Lana, they might let you out someday.
They let me and Seamus out.
But then again, we had people to speak for us.
Have you anyone left to speak for you?
Your friend,
Padma Patil
I was sorry to hear about Ned, but it sounds like you didn't care much, anyway.
And I heard your sister was killed on Thursday, but the gossip is that you actually arranged that. That you asked Professor Dolohov to do it, and he did. So I'm sure you don't care that she's dead, now.
They told me you had a baby with Rodolphus Lestrange. That Hydra took her away before you'd even seen her.
The thing is, I've been thinking a lot--I had nothing but time to think, really--and I wonder if you care about that, either.
I wonder if you care about anything, besides yourself.
I got to spend time with Seamus recently, and we talked and talked about how all the things we did, we were convinced were necessary, and how we twisted ourselves into knots trying to justify killing children because their parents were traitors, if they even were. Seamus killed his mother but it was only because they told him he had to do it, that the safety and security of the realm depended on it.
All I ever did, to join the Council, to be part of things, I did because I wanted to please you. To impress you. And once you had what you wanted, you couldn't have cared less about me.
You deserve to be in jail. Way more than I ever did. You deserve to spend the rest of your life in a tiny room with a bucket for a washbasin and chamberpot, and people watching you every minute. You deserve to never hold a wand again.
But if you're a very good girl, Lana, they might let you out someday.
They let me and Seamus out.
But then again, we had people to speak for us.
Have you anyone left to speak for you?
Your friend,
Padma Patil
