The Journal of Dr. Victoria Frankenstein: 1813-1816
written by Cassandra van Helsing
A recovering of the journal of the Dr.Victoria Frankenstein before her untimely demise. A retelling of her years at Hogwarts and descent into necromancy. Please note, some pages are missing or words untranslatable due to age.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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October 1813
Chapter 2
October 5th, 1813
I am horrible at keeping this damned thing to date. Why would I? Not many interesting things happen, school is dull, Allhallows tide is approaching. Henry and I plan to perform a seance under the divination teacher’s permission; an extra credit project. I’m curious to see how it will go. A few materials to be gathered, and of course there will be some necrotic magic. Though, we will try and refrain as much as possible. Still, with its assistance, it should be easier to speak with the dead should it not? Perhaps, we shall soon find out. Henry will be the one doing the most work, I will be the conduit. How exciting, to have the dead talk through me. It will be a great opportunity to learn.
Seance supplies
-writing supplies
-conduit(myself)
-sage (good for keeping evil off)
-banshee tongue
-boomslang skin (just cause it’ll gross out Henry)
Speaking of divination, the teacher has applauded me for my success in the class thus far. I do not feel as though I have done much though. Written down a few dreams and their ‘meanings’ and read tea leaves. I honestly don’t put much faith in the practice. Only things like science, where the results are consistent and able to be tested, are worthy of true practice. Sometimes muggles are quite intelligent. Perhaps next year I will take a muggles studies course.
October 17th, 1813
Most horrid of events was revealed today. My classmate from last year, Maria Roveles, was discovered dead. She never even made it to the school. She had come in from Spain, upon her arrival at the french port boat to take her across to England she was attacked! They are saying it was some drunk muggle who assaulted and killed her. Though, there are whispers that it was a member of the magical community. Her body was discovered in an alleyway near the same port she was meant to leave from. It was a right bloody mess, almost as horrid as some of the things Henry and I have seen in our search for materials. I could not think of who would want to harm her. Maria is the sweetest of hufflepuffs. I often tutored her in potions, since she struggled so much with it. I can not dream of why anyone would wish harm upon her sweet head.
My brother took the news harshly, he was very fond of Maria. He had plans to take her to Hogsmeade as the winter grew close. He has lost so much, being the one who remembers mother and father. Henry has thrown himself into his work, striving towards the workings of the seance. I think it is obvious who he will try to contact, though I cannot blame him. Closure is something he has always craved for our parents as well. Perhaps a night of research will calm him, there is a rather large project due. I will have the house elves make him some soup, he needs to eat more. He has grown so thin, though he says the same of me. I think he is just trying to be a bother, I eat fine. Its him and his wretched studying habits that leave him forgetting to eat meals.
October 31st, 1813
Well, the seance is tonight. Several students and the divination teacher will be attending. Henry and the professor have been insisting on a layer of dramatics for this event and I have been forced into dressing up; a stupid black gown, a big ‘spooky’ veil. Honestly, I do not understand why this is necessary, the dead will speak if they want regardless of what I wear. I saw the room beforehand though, all the windows darkened. A round table with five chairs, it seems like a cheesy salon seance and I am starting to worry about my brothers mental health.
Well, Henry was reading over my shoulder and has taken the liberty of correcting me. He says its for the students so they get into the mood for tonight. Its necessary so that they will focus more on the seance and not on the ‘spooky’ factor. Still, I insist it is not necessary but if we are to contact the dead then we will need more than Henry and I’s Will. This is a reach between veils, a difficult challenge.
In other news, a student proposed the idea of us courting today. My brother was within earshot and the poor student is now in the hospital. I said no after visiting him. I do not even know his name, why would I date him? Besides, I am far too busy with my studies to be interested in a romantic relationship.
It is time that I depart, the seance is occurring in an hour and I need to eat. I theorize that working with the dead will leave me exhausted. It is best to eat now to prevent any unnecessary damage while the spell burns my energy. I will write about the results on the morrow if I am not too tired.
I am horrible at keeping this damned thing to date. Why would I? Not many interesting things happen, school is dull, Allhallows tide is approaching. Henry and I plan to perform a seance under the divination teacher’s permission; an extra credit project. I’m curious to see how it will go. A few materials to be gathered, and of course there will be some necrotic magic. Though, we will try and refrain as much as possible. Still, with its assistance, it should be easier to speak with the dead should it not? Perhaps, we shall soon find out. Henry will be the one doing the most work, I will be the conduit. How exciting, to have the dead talk through me. It will be a great opportunity to learn.
Seance supplies
-writing supplies
-conduit(myself)
-sage (good for keeping evil off)
-banshee tongue
-boomslang skin (just cause it’ll gross out Henry)
Speaking of divination, the teacher has applauded me for my success in the class thus far. I do not feel as though I have done much though. Written down a few dreams and their ‘meanings’ and read tea leaves. I honestly don’t put much faith in the practice. Only things like science, where the results are consistent and able to be tested, are worthy of true practice. Sometimes muggles are quite intelligent. Perhaps next year I will take a muggles studies course.
October 17th, 1813
Most horrid of events was revealed today. My classmate from last year, Maria Roveles, was discovered dead. She never even made it to the school. She had come in from Spain, upon her arrival at the french port boat to take her across to England she was attacked! They are saying it was some drunk muggle who assaulted and killed her. Though, there are whispers that it was a member of the magical community. Her body was discovered in an alleyway near the same port she was meant to leave from. It was a right bloody mess, almost as horrid as some of the things Henry and I have seen in our search for materials. I could not think of who would want to harm her. Maria is the sweetest of hufflepuffs. I often tutored her in potions, since she struggled so much with it. I can not dream of why anyone would wish harm upon her sweet head.
My brother took the news harshly, he was very fond of Maria. He had plans to take her to Hogsmeade as the winter grew close. He has lost so much, being the one who remembers mother and father. Henry has thrown himself into his work, striving towards the workings of the seance. I think it is obvious who he will try to contact, though I cannot blame him. Closure is something he has always craved for our parents as well. Perhaps a night of research will calm him, there is a rather large project due. I will have the house elves make him some soup, he needs to eat more. He has grown so thin, though he says the same of me. I think he is just trying to be a bother, I eat fine. Its him and his wretched studying habits that leave him forgetting to eat meals.
October 31st, 1813
Well, the seance is tonight. Several students and the divination teacher will be attending. Henry and the professor have been insisting on a layer of dramatics for this event and I have been forced into dressing up; a stupid black gown, a big ‘spooky’ veil. Honestly, I do not understand why this is necessary, the dead will speak if they want regardless of what I wear. I saw the room beforehand though, all the windows darkened. A round table with five chairs, it seems like a cheesy salon seance and I am starting to worry about my brothers mental health.
Well, Henry was reading over my shoulder and has taken the liberty of correcting me. He says its for the students so they get into the mood for tonight. Its necessary so that they will focus more on the seance and not on the ‘spooky’ factor. Still, I insist it is not necessary but if we are to contact the dead then we will need more than Henry and I’s Will. This is a reach between veils, a difficult challenge.
In other news, a student proposed the idea of us courting today. My brother was within earshot and the poor student is now in the hospital. I said no after visiting him. I do not even know his name, why would I date him? Besides, I am far too busy with my studies to be interested in a romantic relationship.
It is time that I depart, the seance is occurring in an hour and I need to eat. I theorize that working with the dead will leave me exhausted. It is best to eat now to prevent any unnecessary damage while the spell burns my energy. I will write about the results on the morrow if I am not too tired.
