Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in Bartemius Crouch's InsaneJournal:

Monday, September 17th, 2007
5:34 pm	8th September, late evening At last, the school looks as if it might be salvageable. I had thought, before I talked to Professor Goyle yesterday, that the drill would have to be entirely down to us students, but now we have the War Bureau involved, and the Aurors too. Professor Goyle is very competent, and I believe he will make a fine Inquisitor, even if I wonder how he will cope with students and staff who are not used to obeying orders. The Slytherins may well fall in with the Hufflepuffs, they're mostly aware why this is necessary, but the Ravenclaws are going to be a problem. Jeannot's sister is dead, and some people are whispering about it being murder. I don't think it is, but it's not the usual gossipmongers spreading the rumour. Professor Binn's response this morning was dreadful, though, and I need to talk to Jeannot about his disgraceful behaviour in B&E. Other people have lost family to the war, and they're still keeping a stiff upper lip. Riddle finally replied to my invitation. I'm still not sure what to think about him. I can't blame him for taking up with the Malfoys- Charis's mother is obviously backing Goyle, and that's a point in her favour. It's not easy having Muggle blood in Slytherin. I've seen the way the Ravenclaws look at him already, but I don't think he's a Boot or a Wurfel, and I don't think Charis would care to reign him in anyway. Right now, the Ravenclaws need that fear. They're not going to survive otherwise. Charms tomorrow. I've been working on a sensor charm, to see through water. It's trickier than seeing through walls, of course, but I keep having problems with sediment in the water- which is the entire point of using the spell. Still, it's nice to concentrate on something before the meeting. Hopefully it will go well. I'm in no mood to listen to Wurfel and Black complaining. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 11th, 2007
7:31 pm	Sunday 6th September, 1942 ( The Common Room is quiet, so I have a chance to write. ) Current Mood: determined (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 18th, 2007
6:22 pm	Tuesday, 1st September 1942, inside Crouch's carriage... Well. That went rather well, I thought, even if Bettony did upstage me with his announcement. I suppose I shall have to make a longer patrol soon, if only to make sure the new prefects are taking their duties seriously. I have no doubt there are some eager types who will wander up and down the corridors every ten minutes, but tensions are running high, and there's no need for us to be lax. Providing, of course, that those responsible for rising tensions aren't prefects themselves, which is too much to hope for. Hopefully I can keep them under control when needed. It is a pity, though. I know I could leave Miss McGonagall to deal with the patrols, but a leader must lead from the front if he is to have any real respect, whether or not that means leaving Cynthia and instead walking the corridors with Fudge, or Dolores. I know perfectly well that I need them, but their vapid idiocy grates somewhat. Besides, McGonagall seems to be enamoured with Charis, who has somehow transfigured herself in to a Malfoy over the summer. I hope that McGonagall will retain some semblance of Gryffindor justice, but I have my doubts. I need to have a word with Pettigrew, I think. I hear he looks for Nazis under every bed, and less charitable rumours about whose beds he looks under, but he seems young, eager, and unrelated to anybody important. Besides, a known spy is a useful thing to have. He could prove quite useful, unlike that jumped-up orphan Riddle. I can see why Chattox made him a Prefect, but I don't trust him. Not one bit. I shall also need to speak with Annie. If she needs support, she shall have it. It may result in duels and other nonsense, but that simply shows what ideological idiots the Old Bloods so often are. Very well. Time to patrol, I believe. Current Mood: predatory (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
5:22 pm	Sunday afternoon, 30th August 1942 Absolutely typical. I honestly wonder how they thought they'd get away with it. I know some of those girls are no better than they should be, but idiots like Bulstrode have only themselves to blame. I wouldn't mind Bulstrode joining Hornby's little gaggle of tarts, but he's a Quidditch Captain, and a role model to the lower years. Thankfully Cynthia and myself can provide a balance, and prove that not every Slytherin is a libertine of the very worse kind. Such a pity that most of the other Slytherins are unwilling (unable, it seems!) to follow our example. Cynthia's party was pleasant, however. The food was excellent, as it always is, and the dances were enjoyable. I also managed to have a few interesting conversations. Any overt feuding between Dash and Celerity was avoided, and there was no unpleasantness on view between Dolores and Hadrian's sister. My only regret was not having a chance to talk to Diggory, but he seems enchanted with Jessica Walsingham. I had thought that Black was a more likely suitor, but he spent a section of the night with Celerity. I cannot imagine that she will allow herself to be engaged again so soon, but if Black moves his attentions, then Diggory will have a very good chance indeed with Miss Walsingham. The two couples will bear watching, if all proceeds as I think it will. I look very much forward to the Prefect Meeting on Tuesday on the Hogwarts Express. This morning I attended the Eucharist at St Alban's. I so rarely worship in the company of other wizards outside of the school year, but it is refreshing to go to sit in the Lady Chapel, robed and with wand to hand, and hear the priest preach a lesson to the wizard and witch, not to the Muggle. I am sure that the Reverend meant these words for me: "Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!" It gives me hope for the year to come. Current Mood: annoyed (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
10:52 pm	Saturday, 22nd August 1942 The past few days have been most eventful, both for myself & the Wizarding World as a whole. I was most glad to see Cynthia this Thursday, and we spent a pleasant day together, delivering things to the Beckets. It was most delightful to have company on the walk across, & Cynthia is a wonderful listener. Plans for the party are progressing very well, even if it seems that there will be a number of the more disreputable Ravenclaws there. That's not to mention the little problem than seems to have come up with Dolores and Celerity Warrington. They replied this morning, & I'm not sure whether Cynthia misjudged the situation or whether they are both bluffing. Either way, they have been warned, & if either of them cause a fuss then I am more than happy to follow through with my threats. Of course, that's little but small fry compared to everything that Kyteler and Malfoy are doing. I could hardly believe that Malfoy would be back from the dead- & I am told that almost every person outside Malfoy's circle were convinced that he- or she, now, I suppose, since there's no denying the body- was dead. I am not entirely certain how far this relates to Kyteler's revelations of his sordid affairs, but there must be a link beyond what the Prophet's talked about. Although, it may be little more than Kyteler finding it a good day to bury bad news- even the Beckets were chattering about Malfoy, and they're never interested in more than Quidditch results and scandals- but if there's something more, then I'm determined to know. Then again, if there are more people of Lady Rosier's ilk intent on muck-raking, I've no doubt it'll be out before long. The Wizarding World is so damned concerned with their feuds and petty honour that it makes me sick. Grindlewald could be destroyed by Christmas if we weren't all gossiping and fighting amongst ourselves. Strong men like Kyteler only make it harder for themselves when things like this come out. Allying himself with throwbacks like Malfoy only goes to give fuel to those who would accuse him of degeneracy. Appetitus rationi pareat, Kyteler! Current Mood: annoyed (Comment on this)
Friday, November 25th, 2005
11:53 pm	Sunday, 2nd August 1942 Yesterday was rather eventful! I caught up with Cynthia and Dolores in Diagon Alley- Dolores had kindly picked Cynthia up first, which was a good thing considering what happened later. We shopped for new things, and met a few other people- the Walsingham girls, and Warrington- and then we wandered back to Dolores' house. Well! It's certainly pleasant (not to mention prudent) to catch up with everybody before the term starts, even if we talked about school for barely half an hour before talk turned to more idle matters. I must say though that the Umbridges have an excellent choice in wines! I was mindful of Cynthia's situation, though, and it's not the most sensible thing to embarrass oneself with people who could be very influential in the future, so when she looked a little bored and worried about the time, I escorted her home. Dolores was a little put out that we left "so early"- tho' I'd hardly call a little before ten early, even in the summer. It was lucky that we did return at that point, because Mr Mulciber was visibly annoyed at Cynthia's disappearance. Obviously, with the war being as it is, a father should look to his daughter's safety, but it was hardly as if I'd abducted her. That, of course, was Dolores' fault, and I made that known. I may have suggested that it would have been rude to leave Dolores on her own, especially with her grandfather's recent death. Reminder to self- get hold of his biography. Even if it is just a rush-job. So, I'm not Mr Mulciber's favourite person right now, but "now I know", I won't do it again. And it's hardly as if I took Cynthia off to some seedy Muggle establishment, unlike her brother! Bedtime now. The candle is getting low, and mother won't buy a new one until Tuesday when she goes shopping. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
10:20 pm	July 31, 1942 Several pages have been removed neatly from Crouch's diary. This morning, I received a letter by owl from Hogwarts, appointing me as Head Boy. I do not think I had any real doubts that I would be, but it is pleasant to have this confirmed. Certainly it's a great advantage. Not only in terms of status- although obviously it will firmly mark me out as somebody to watch- but also in terms of experience. It is all very well marshalling first years around the castle, but I need experience in keeping a firm hand on a large body of people, and this is a heaven-sent opportunity to do so. Especially with the war being what it is. Of course, some Slytherins will be most put out. Still, six years in the Snake Pit has prepared me for this sort of thing, and I'll not put up with Antares Black and his ilk mouthing off. Noblesse oblige has had its day. Cynthia will be pleased. Mother had to send our owl to tell father the moment I told her, of course, but when Hyllus returns, I'll write to her. I wonder who the Head Girl is. Probably McGonagall, if anybody, and that's more than tolerable. Oh, when will Hyllus return? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
3:17 am	Saturday 18th July 1942 It is becoming increasingly clear this summer that my parents, caring as they are, are hardly a great asset. On the other hand, they possess none of the foreign manners (to put it lightly!) of Cynthia's parents. A surfeit of wealth in one area seems to result in a lack elsewhere. Admittedly, Mr and Mrs Vieira were both kind enough to have me to dinner more than once, and have so far resisted embarrassing Cynthia and I with pictures of her childhood. So they are perfectly tolerable. I suppose I should write to Cynthia, but so little has occurred recently that I have nothing to say, and Mother and Father are both too busy to stay in the house. Appearances must be kept, after all, whether Mr and Mrs Vieira care or not. Actually, there was something of note. Yesterday, I went to London--grandfather was taking the carpet to be repaired, which saved me from the pain of a broomstick. There, I watched the orators in Hyde Park, and then went to Goblins' Market to collect supplies and sit with my godfather as he worked. I heard much of the gossip and rumours, which can always prove useful. Perhaps I will write to Cynthia. But I must finish my cuttings from the Londinium Herald first. Current Mood: bored (Comment on this)