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[hasmommyissues]

[ Hello all public enemy number one has decided to crawl out from underneath his rock and make a journal entry. However this time there's a slight change to his voice...the cockiness and arrogance is still there but it's a little distant. It's as if there's something playing on his already damaged mind.]

Ah memories...they are such fragile things are they not?

There are some schools of thought that say a person's personality is defined by his memories. Whether it be the memory of a mothers warm embrace, that first kiss with the fairer sex or the pain of a betrayal from a friend they all make us what we are today.

So for the castle to manipulate them...to add them or remove them entirely in such a way is very wicked indeed.

[Is he referring to his time at Hogwarts or is he talking about something else entirely...who knows?]

That is not to say it was not enlightening to be young again...to relive the glory and hope of ones teenage years. 

Maybe that is the lesson here...to hold on and saviour ones youth before it is whisked away by the ravages and ways of the world?

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[hasmommyissues]

And yet when we do have it..we almost always take it for granted do we not?

It is a funny thing human nature.

[lucre]

Did you take it for granted when you had it?

[hasmommyissues]

[He pauses for a moment.]

I wish I could have savoured it more then I did...but it is not like we can forsee how life will turn out now is it?

Did you have a pleasant childhood my lady?

[lucre]

I had the best childhood any could possibly wish for.

And same as you, I wish I had savored it more, memorise it.

[hasmommyissues]

I am glad that you did my lady.

[A pause.]

Forgive my rudeness...but I do not believe I have asked you your name?

[lucre]

Were there so many more important things than our names?

You must call me Lucrezia. Lucrezia Borgia.

[hasmommyissues]

I confess I was not in the most soundest of minds when we first met. So my usual manners and good graces were not entirely present...and for that I must apologise.

A pleasure to meet you Lucrezia...My name is Raoul Silva.

[lucre]

Raoul. [ She tries his name on her tongue as if it's a passage from a song. ]

Is that not French, Raoul?

[hasmommyissues]

Why yes...It is a variant of the name Ralph.

And better too...I mean Ralph just sounds so dull.

[lucre]

Raoul has so much more grace to it, I agree.

[hasmommyissues]

Quite.

Although...not nearly as much grace as the Borgia name.

[lucre]

Grace? [ She chuckles. ]

You mean scandal, surely.

[hasmommyissues]

Abit of both perhaps.

But everybody loves a good scandal...something nice and saucy they can sink their teeth into.

[lucre]

Add ambition to the list.

Is it better to be spoken of than forgotten, Raoul?

[hasmommyissues]

Spoken of...naturally.

Better that then to be locked away in a basement somewhere...chained up like an animal.

[Bitter much?]

[lucre]

We are agreed then. I would rather be remembered, fondly or otherwise, than ignored.