if man is the sum of all that he's done.

He would not be so unbearable if he was not so intelligent, and yet still yoked to society. Why do smart people do this to themselves?

It was for a worthy cause. It was. I am no happier about 75 of them dying than anyone else, but if it got rid of him, then it was needed. Who are they, to sit on above and judge us for doing what we needed to do? They have no idea, about the fear that comes, about what I felt when I heard that they were invading, what I was going to do, what my family did and then what we had to take in. My entire family from their side, hiding out in my house, like they were rats instead of members of one of the biggest families, like low bred, low born

There will be no more of that. I am not heartless. Do they think I like to hear about my countrymen dying? But they were dying before this, and it got rid of that chancellor, and Italy is free. I will fight whatever else they put in place and my country will fight whatever else they put in place. When did I think that Slytherins thought with more logic then them?

It was for a worthy cause. Regardless of what they say.

It is wrong to wish for somebody's death but that pig bastard deserves it, ever so much. Here is to hoping he does not recover, so he can stop terrorizing my sister. Or, if he does recover, may he recover a better man who does NOT terrorize my sister.

Please die. Your blood is pure but your manners are scum and you are terrible. To find oneself bereft of words, well. He does deserve it.

Are your families unharmed?

I am altogether too jaded to care. I am sorry, but this is not my country, and this is just what war does. I am sorry that I cannot care enough but I already spent all the energy I could caring about my friends and my real country and everything and now they contact me to go "There is nothing sacred" yes, but we already established that, they attacked my country and they have done so many other things and only now is it striking home?

There is nothing sacred. And it does not matter how, or what they are doing. Why are we arguing about their motives? In the end, the only thing that maters is that we are at war and they want to cripple us so we should cripple them and arguing about their motives isn't exactly going to change anything.

Sometimes I think common sense should be renamed because it does not seem to be all that common. I have to ask them if their families are alright, but I am just relieved that it was not my friends or my family and I do not care if that makes me bad. Cold, hard, honest logic never lied. I am sorry that other people's families have died but not sorry enough.

Forgive me if this is selfish, but I do not want you to battle at all. I am not trying to be insulting it is just you are my only friend I do not want to let you go I could not bear if you died you are the only person who makes English society bearable Pardon me, I am very clumsy today.

I do not want you to go, even if I know that you are a capable person, because I cannot stand the thought of you dying. I am not trying to say you would not be skilled but I would be much assured knowing that you were safe.

"All human evil comes from a single cause, man's inability to sit still in a room. "

Blaise Pascal was a very wise man. I should name my children a pet after him. Befana, how I am so glad to be a Ravenclaw. Thank Merlin my friends are intelligent enough to keep out of this.

People can die. I will die. If I intend on entering the war and fighting for Italy, then it is imperative that I accept that I am going to die. And if I am not willing to die, for Italy, for my country, I might as well not bother. After I die, I must take measures to protect my family and my friends. After I die, I need to find someone to replace me. I need to find a person who the Zabinis can pass off as another heir. My father probably has another son, somewhere, somewhere. Though really, finding someone who has the same skin as us is going to be an exercise in futility. We are how many years of cross cultural mixes?

I wonder if there is any way to make sure I live on as a ghost, but if there was then this world would be full of them. I wonder how Italy is doing. Italy should have never gotten involved. I do not even know what those fascists are doing other than asking those aero things to drop bombs on our monuments, my city, my Italy. That can never be forgiven. And whoever this Mussolini person thinks he is, he does not rule us. He will never rule Italy, or me. He is a joke, and I will never forgive him for not being politically savvy enough to keep us out of this.

And I will never forgive Grindelwald for what he did to Naples, what he forced my family to do to the last thing we had. I am not so generous to allow him my land or my house, but I am not so blind to see we have not the money to rebuild the place. And though Naples is fighting back, my dangerous city is fighting back, I can do nothing. And when I enter battle, I must know that I am going to die.

I will die. That much is certain. Everyone entering battle will die.

Benedetta will take on the title of heir. I care not what society says, she is heir. I will make her heir. I will decree it. Mother gets almost everything. Rudolf gets sanctuary on whatever the Zabinis have afterwards, as well as anything of value he wishes to take from me. Emrys can have my money, Ann can have whatever she wants, Caitriona can have my broom. Sibylla can have the ring. Everybody else can go to hell.

I wonder if, for all their pretty words, the Notts or the Lestranges would really die for their country. No. They would not. Which makes it all the more hilarious.

[in Neapolitan]
What does this really mean? I do not want to stay at home, but I do not want to go back to Hogwarts just yet. And this will inevitably bring myself down in the eyes of society

List:

This is a terrible list.

Are you alright. Did the bomb injure you? What is -- Please do not hate me whatever you hear from me I
I know you must have saw. And I know, this makes me a hypocrite of the highest degree since I apparently cannot control my actions or my mouth. For all I was espousing self control, I lost it myself. And I know that society, by now must have warned you against talking to me. But --

You are my dearest friend. I have never met anyone like you. In society, you merit the true title lady. You are graceful, and you act with true noblesse oblige. You are the one that I have confided most of my secrets to, and you know me better than most other people here. If your parents would have let me have your hand in marriage, I would have asked for it if I was not sure you had much better prospects than a impoverished foreigner.

I know they will not let you speak with me any more after this. I know, maybe you will not answer. But at least, let me explain my motivations. This society constantly derides me for being a foreigner, laughs at me for something I cannot control, and will never truly accept me. When I am a member of this society, they are happy enough to let me languish. When I am not, that is when they begin to care. They twist their perceptions of society - what is defined as a lady is runs completely parallel from everything like good grace, a kind heart. This society would choose kindness as a weapon to bludgeon you to death with.

I know I have said enough. I know, from now on you cannot have any contact in public with me. For what it is worth, I am deeply sorry. I think I had feelings I love you I never would have Sibylla, ti amo
I am sorry.

I just burned every bridge I could ever think of. And yet, I cannot bring myself to feel genuinely sorry. I am sorry that I might have ruined Bettina's standing or my mother's - but for myself? I feel free. How long would it take for me to say this? How long would it take until I could have said it on my own, if they were not mocking Aviva? They defend their perception of a society and in turn, I will defend mine.

It is not over. Not by a long shot. They shall definitely hate me.

That is alright. Let them. I will not be here when the war is over.

Are your families alright?

Plans to destroy the Slytherin Quidditch Team:
Because they hurt Aviva indiscriminately on the pitch. Because they cannot acknowledge 2 million is a number. Because they cannot seem to accept me into society. May later expand this to Slytherins, in general. Also, because they are all made out of the same cloth - deceivers and backstabbers. For purposes of this exercise, Rudolf does not count as part of the Quidditch team, or a Slytherin. The rest of the people on the team are too insignificant to even rank.

You fought back, Italy. You fought back. And my Naples, my Napule, my homeland you are fighting back. I have never been more proud to be Italian - the enemy at our gates and we still fight back. They can arrest us, but they will never take our voices. We are many. We are Italians, and each one of us would gladly lay our lives down for our country.

I am Zabini, and when I fight, I will do that with all the hope that this entails. I will not be a lying Englishman and shirk from the conscription. I am Italian. I am Neapolitan, and now that the Germans are in the city, my lying, dangerous city is going to take their lives from them. Forgive me for doubting you, forgive me for ever wishing that I was not foreign.

Good Merlin. This -- We are savages. If to be a purist and to be accepted in society is this, to delight in two million people being killed in ways so horrific that people could not even -- two million, and their only reaction is to delight and feed the propaganda machine? Good Merlin, we're coming up with reasons. Good Merlin, we're wearing it out. I thought we had noblesse oblige, that while others were not as pure as us the acceptable thing to do was to give back. We earned our position and so we have to give to those less better off than us. Not kick them down a couple steps. Is pure now synonymous with heartless? Perhaps instead of being an ideal to strive towards, it simply means we are subhuman, because subhuman is the only way I could really describe the way we acted about this. I cannot call myself a purist anymore, having seen this. I cannot tell myself to turn a blind eye to what they have done when I know from Italy being invaded how hard it is, and I remember I would have hit anyone who laughed about it. Aviva is my friend and the only thing they would do is to laugh in her face and spit at them? Rudolf too, and Good Merlin, has all we have been raised to do is to sneer and deride? We are such bastards. We are such bastards of nature.

This is disgusting. I cannot abide this. I cannot. This cannot sit on my conscience and I hope all of them die. I hope they all die. Who misses a Slytherin anyways? The only women who would love them would be their mother and their sisters. I will join the army but it will not be for them. I will join the army for Italy, and if any one of them comes under attack I will laugh at them while they die. You would laugh at two million people? I would laugh at you. It disgusts me, to see how little worth they attach to human life. If this is what it means to be a purist, then I am a purist no longer.