Below are the 16 most recent journal entries recorded in Alma Greengrass' InsaneJournal:

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007
7:43 pm	9 September 1942 Asher's gone. One of the Aurors took him to St Mungos this morning, on Magistra Chattox's orders. And I'm glad, and that's wrong, because he's my brother, and I shouldn't be pleased that he's been committed. But I still feel that way. Giselle DeRais is dead, and Jeannot, Dolohov, Black, and Wurfel are no longer prefects. Kyteler replaced Jeannot, and James Warrington replaced Dolohov. I doubt they'll be any better. Riddle brought a girl into the Common Room, I've no idea who she is. Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, I'd recognise her otherwise. Current Mood: apathetic (Comment on this)
Friday, August 31st, 2007
8:51 pm	8th September 1942 A girl is dead. Claire Jeannot is dead and they found her body in the lake, and everyone is saying that it was a suicide, because her brother died and someone found a terrible letter, full of obscene things, on her desk. Patricia Rosier and Maeve Pritchard were over-acting their sympathy at breakfast. Honestly, you'd think that a girl as anxious to get married as Pritchard would know that spurious sympathy is not the way to get respect. I still can't believe it-  Madre del Dios, Hogwarts is meant to be safe! Current Mood: shocked (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 26th, 2007
11:31 am	Late Afternoon, 7th September 1942 I suppose it was too much to hope  that Asher would manage to go two days without making an idiot of himself. First, Riddle had to throw him out of the girl's bathroom, then he made an idiot of himself at Corisande Walsingham's birthday celebration. I was going to go down there, but now, I honestly don't think that I could bear too. Divination earlier, which was as interesting as always, that is to say, not very. I wish I hadn't taken it, but Father was already irritated with me for taking Runes, and I didn't want to make him angry by signing up for Enochian. I wish I had, now. I've no gift for prediction, and I might have been better at Enochian. I would have been more interested, at least. I've always liked languages. Astronomy later, but at least I've only got Charms tomorrow, so I can do some more reading then. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 16th, 2007
5:32 pm	Evening, 6th September 1942 Well, today was, at least, better than yesterday. There was no more bad news, and, as far as I've heard, Asher appears to have refrained from doing anything completely idiotic.  I had the chance to do some reading, and start the drawing of Claudia Warrington, then I went to Miss Polly's Sunday Tea. It was better than I was expecting it to be- to be honest, I was dreading having to be in the same room as Bella for so long, but she wasn't there. According to various rumors racing round the common room, she's been removed for medical reasons, though no one seems to know just what those reasons are (I am ignoring the frankly disgusting insituations on the part of some of my fellow students). Is it cruel of me to be glad she's gone? Probably, but I still am, not least because I was dreading having to tell her about Father and Mama. She can be so very unpredictable sometimes, and there's no telling what she would have said. It wouldn't have been nice though, I know that. Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 17th, 2007
10:08 pm	Morning, 5th September 1942 ( Warded strongly, and written in Spanish... ) Current Mood: scared (25 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 9th, 2007
10:45 pm	4th September 1942 No wonder I felt ill yesterday. My courses came this morning. I woke up with blood on my sheets and cramps in my belly, and had to get up almost immediately to talk to Asher, with Felicity. It didn't go well. Asher doesn't seem to understand what he's done, and I'm not really sure I want him to, after all, as Felicity pointed out, if he finds out how serious the accusations are, he'll make them again, and maybe that time he'll tell someone who'll believe him. I have to agree. Some of the things he said... And then he said that he wished that Papa was dead, and God forgive me, in that moment I hated my brother. Because Father is dead, and I can't tell anyone, and I feel so very alone, with only Mama knowing as well, and Asher said such a stupid, stupid thing, and I can't understand why he hates Father, because Father loves him, I know he does, even if he doesn't show it, and he only wants to make Asher a better man, so that he will be a better Lord Greengrass, and Asher will insist on doing the most stupid things, when he knows he's not allowed to. Felicity thinks that Asher is mad. I pray that she is wrong, but I fear that she is right, for some of the things he does can only be explained if he is mad. She believes that we should gather others, and tell Binns of our suspicions, so that Asher can be helped. I am not sure whether this is the right thing to do- I think that I must pray on it, before I decide. After talking to Asher I went to see Pomfrey, in the infirmary, and she gave me moon tea, and told me how to use it. It feels wrong, somehow, to use it, even though I'm not using it for immoral purposes, and I know Mama would say I shouldn't, because having it there tempts me to sin, but Mama isn't going to find out. Pomfrey gave me a potion for my cramps as well, and told me that I didn't have to go to class if I didn't want to, so I'm in the dorm, and I'm in bed, reading my Arithmancy text, and hoping that I can make it to Monday morning without having to leave the dorms, for I cannot bear to face the world. Current Mood: melancholy (Comment on this)
Monday, April 2nd, 2007
7:36 pm	Later, 3 September 1942 I still feel sick. I still feel sick, and its all over the school that Rochford and I are married, and Asher's done something, and I don't know what and honestly don't want to know. Except that he's friends with a Mudblood, and I know I should have nipped that in the bud, but I didn't, and now Heaven only knows what's going to happen. I should find out what he's done, and apologise, especially if he did it to Malfoy, and I should find Aoife, and ask her to talk to her brother, but I'm not sure if she can keep quiet- she's a friend but I'm almost sure she was the one who started the rumors, she just can't keep her mouth shut, and all I really want to do is curl up in bed, and never get out. I'll go down to the common room, and draw for a bit, and listen to what people are saying, and if there are apologies to be made, I'll make them, on behalf of Asher if he's done anything to Malfoy, because he isn't allowed near him. And then I'll go to bed. Maybe things will be better in the morning. Current Mood: miserable (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
6:18 pm	3 September 1942 I feel awful. My head hurts, and my stomach feels funny, and just the smell of breakfast this morning made me feel ever so slightly sick. Then, just to make things worse, some idiot Gryffindors made Karkaroff's shoes (and how they got hold of them I've no idea), fall into Colette's porridge, and, as well as making an awful mess, any appetite I had flew away. I ended up having two cups of tea, and a piece of dry toast. Sometimes, breakfast just isn't worth the bother. Thank Heavens that I've only got Potions and Defence, and Defence ends at 11:30, so I can go to my dorm and sleep before lunch, and afterwards too if I still feel rotten. Current Mood: unwell (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 20th, 2006
3:55 pm	1st September 1942 I'm going back to school today. I'll have to see Aoife. See her and talk to her, and I don't know what I'll say! She's a good friend, but I don't want her as a sister! But it seems that that is the way it will be. Mama says that she's gone through Father's study, and that he had started negotiations with the Rochfords, but hadn't told her. She didn't find a contract, which is something to be thankful for, but our priest says that there is a contract, that he helped draw it up. I don't know what to think. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
1:38 pm	Morning, 31st August 1942 How odd. I've just received a letter from Celerity, and she says that Miranda Haskell has told her I'm engaged. I didn't think Mama and Father had made any plans for me, but I'll ask Mama. Later, of course, she's so busy at the moment, dealing with Asher at breakfast time. I must say, it will be a relief not to have to eat next to him, he will get jam or marmalade over everything. Current Mood: surprised (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
9:21 pm	30th August 1942 Daddy's dead. Mama just told me, he died in Borgoña, fighting, the priests told her. Asher can't know. Daddy's dead and Asher can't know, and tomorrow I have to go back to school, and pretend that he is alive and well, because if Kyteler finds out what has happened, he will be a traitor and they will take everything we have. I can't think. I don't know what to do, what to say. All I know is that I want my Daddy back. And that isn't going to happen. Current Mood: numb (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 21st, 2006
8:36 pm	Early Afternoon, 30th August 1942 Papa's still not back. Something's wrong- it must be. Mama's so scared- she only came out of the chapel for lunch, and she hardly ate anything. I went past earlier, and I think I heard her crying. Even Asher has noticed that there's something wrong, he asked who the people who kept flying over were. I couldn't bear to tell him that they were Kyteler's men, watching us to see if we're spies, I just muttered something and distracted him with the last of Celerity's chocolates, and a sketch. I'm so very scared. Current Mood: scared (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 5th, 2006
10:12 pm	Later, 29th August 1942 I've written to Bella. I don't know if it will do any good, but at least I've tried. I should probably write to Celerity as well, send my condolences on the end of her engagement. But I'm too tired. This afternoon Asher decided it would be fun to see how high he could climb in the Great Oak in the garden, and I had to get him down before Mother noticed. Luckily, Asher will do anything for marzipan, and the house elf had just made one last batch in honour of his birthday. I think it will be the last batch for quite some time. Marzipan is very hard to get. Mother still will not say where Father is. I'm not even sure whether she knows. Still, I will pray for him. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 6th, 2006
12:17 pm	29 August 1942 Father's gone and Mother's worried and the house is altogether too quiet. Asher liked his present, but he didn't get as many presents as he usually does and he pouted about it some, because he's so spoilt. Isabella and Marco weren't here. Tia Carmela, of course, wasn't here. I tried to tell him that nobody is getting as many things as they normally do because of the war, but it isn't real to him, no matter how many times our parents tell us we have to pray for God's will to be done in this war. And don't tell us what they think that is. It'll be real to him at school, when he meets the Muggleborns especially; Asher's too guileless to be in Slytherin. This morning I found him wearing my favourite blouse, and only the threat of telling our parents got him out of it. I hate it when he takes my things. He's too old to play dress-up! And that cat of his gets into everything too. I love my brother but he's going to have a dreadful time of it at school. Father ignores him and Mother lets him do whatever he wants because he's Afflicted. It's got something to do with the war, my father being gone. Something to do with the owls that come with wards the sender didn't cast. Of course I never get any owls. Now that Arianwen Rosier and Colette Saint-Germain know what happened to Isabella, of course they don't want to write to me. Especially since God only knows what Isabella said about us. She had cause to be angry with Tia Carmela, and my father was never very nice to her, but it's not as though I ever did her any harm. But she's so mean. I bet she's going to that ball tonight. Of course I'm not invited. But Mother says we shouldn't have anything to do with the Mulcibers either; she doesn't think they're real Christians. Just because they're from Portugal! Current Mood: worried (Comment on this)
Monday, July 31st, 2006
6:47 pm	28 August 1942 Oh, so much to do, what with preparing to go back to school and Ash's birthday tomorrow! He'll absolutely love what I've got him, I'm sure of it. A book of Da Vinci's mechanical sketches that he can take to school with him, something he can treasure for ever instead of some flimsy toy. It's going to be nice to be around other people again. I love my brother, but it's just the two of us, and we get on each other's nerves without meaning to, and now that Tia Carmela's gone Isabella won't even be here. Current Mood: creative (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
11:53 pm	3 August 1942 I must admit, I'm worried. I keep thinking about when Tia Carmela and Isabella were here for tea, and how subdued Isabella was. Not like her at all... and I do NOT like that Fernando. He's just the most horrid man I've ever met. He scares me - I think he scares just about everyone except Father, who seems to approve of him. Father would like someone like that. How ghastly. It's horrid to think he's a cousin of ours. Current Mood: worried (Comment on this)