| blondenarcissa @ 2003-06-08 16:02:00 |
| Current mood: |  distressed |
My life is ashambles.
I do not even know where to begin.
I suppose yesterday evening is as good a place as any.
I spent a good portion of the morning and afternoon at Dogear Wryde visiting with Remus. Harry and Sirius and Harry's friend Mr. Finnigan were about for at least part of the time I was there but I didn't see them all except for a brief moment. Remus and I had quite a lengthy conversation while we took a slow stroll around the grounds. We introduced Echo and Rosie to one another and they seemed to get along rather well although Echo was very standoffish at first on account of Rosie's overexhuberance. After a few minutes she warmed to the other dog and they had a grand time playing. Eventually we sent the dogs on ahead to the house and sat for a time on an old swing suspended from a tree Remus informed me was in the same lineage as a Whomping Willow but did not 'whomp' unless it sensed negative energy about.
Time passed so quickly and we headed into the kitchens and tried our hand at a few recipes. I am quite certain that Sirius was not pleased with us using 'his' kitchen but Remus insisted that we should.
When it was time for me to be heading back to the Manor I bade my farewells, collected Echo, and decided to walk a bit before disapparating. I remembered a book that Remus had mentioned I ought to peruse in light of my mother's untimely death and decided that I should like to have it then. I encountered a library just down the way from Dogear Wryde, acquired the book, and went on their entre net to see if Draco had posted about his Quidditch game as of yet.
He hadn't and Lucius had.
I became so very frightened and distraught over what he had posted that I simply had to retreat to my Chalet. I immediately arranged for a portkey and went there. No sooner had I arrived in Switzerland than one of Lucius's owls arrived with a packet for me. Apparently the fowl had first gone to Dogear Wryde but tracked me down to the Chalet. The packet was from the wizarding detective who found that I am from a rather destitute family whose reputation leaves something to be desired among prestigious wizardkind. Not only am I not of the purest blood but there is even a Muggle or two in the family today!
This can't be happening to me.
On top of this, Draco was nearly killed in his match yesterday. I was so very worried about him and tried to connect to the firechat system but I am afraid it took me a long time to do so. I was so emotional that initially I attempted to firechat via my entre net! Eventually I managed to do it right but my Draco was fast asleep.
Miss Bulstrode and Miss Parkinson were there and I was apalled by their behavior. Instead of trying to help me calm down and tell me the extent of my son's injuries, they (Miss Bulstrode in particular) took great delight in berating me! Miss Bulstrode produced a pointy stick and poked me! Several times! She conjured up marshmellows and roasted them right through my face!
I am alone in my chalet with no house elves and I need a martini!
I am out of tissue!
Well, I feel a bit better now that I've gotten that all out. I do hope this 'private' lock works.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2003-06-09 11:01 am UTC |
Narcissa... it didn't work.
Good Lord, why are you shut away up there alone? You didn't have to leave. You're more than welcome to stay at Dogear if you so wish. I've no concerns over your heritage whatsoever.
If you don't want to come back, might I dispatch a house-elf to keep you company? Weetzy is quite fond of you.
- Remus
| blondenarcissa @ 2003-06-09 02:18 pm UTC |
It didn't work?!?!?
Oh dear Merlin; I hadn't meant to post this publicly. It was intended to be an entry just for myself to alleviate some of the anguish I've been feeling.
I would ask you how to make this a private entry but I suppose it does not matter anymore.
Just please forget about me, Remus. I can't bear my own existence right now.