| blondenarcissa @ 2002-11-02 15:54:00 |
| Current mood: | traumatized |
My poor, sweet, innocent boy
As if I didn't have enough to be worried about this weekend! The past three days the Manor has been agog with anticipation of the annual Gala being held this evening. Almost every hour there is a delivery of some sort - wine, champagne, Lucius's absinthe, magical creatures, Romanian crystal, ice sculptures, et cetera. Every time the doors to the entrance hall open my heart practically stops! Everything must be absolutely perfect tonight. One of the things I take immense pride in is hosting our seasonal Galas. It is a sign of good breeding and class to ensure that your home looks absolutely stunning, your guests will have a simply marvelous time, and everything runs as smoothly as possible.
You can understand, then, that the minutest interruption to these plans can be very traumatic. I must be in a relatively relaxed and confident frame of mind whilst the Gala draws nearer. I am afraid, though, that certain events which occurred have indeed disrupted my stringent party preparation routine.
The previous evening my darling husband traveled to Hogwarts to 'rescue' my darling son from a dreadfully boring weekend there. Lucius wisked Draco back to the Manor but, unwisely, did not owl ahead to inform me of our boy's delicate condition. Although healing charms had obviously been performed, I could still see where my baby's face had been marred by The Boy Who Bullies. Unable to contain myself, I wept from both the joy of seeing my son once more and in anguish for his undeserved bruising. My precious son informed me he was perfectly well and told me what had happened at the Hogwarts Hallowe'en ball. I am truly outraged and will certainly be consulting with Lucius when he decides to owl that dreadful Headmaster.
Today has been particularly difficult on me. Beside myself with worry over my son's well-being, I barely slept a wink last night. Today I have been trying to go over the final preparations for tonight's gathering but find it hard to concentrate. I did stop by Draco's room several times to check on him. Those simpering house elves keep bothering him, much to my displeasure. Very unladylike of me, I know, but I was forced to resort to kicking one down the staircase.
I think I need a martini.
Comments:
| potterstinks @ 2002-11-02 01:11 pm UTC |
Mother, there's a draft in my chambers. I think one of the house-elves intentionally left the window open so I'd catch a cold.
| blondenarcissa @ 2002-11-02 01:16 pm UTC |
I will have someone sent up immediately to close your window for you, strengthen the flames in your fireplace, and give you an extra ermine duvet for your bed. Do let me know if you require anything else. Nothing is too good for my perfect boy.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2002-11-02 01:21 pm UTC |
Just as I'd hoped, Mother. Oh, and can you have someone send up some bananas for lunch? I've just had the strangest craving.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2002-11-02 01:25 pm UTC Re: |
Of course, darling. I do hope you will be up to performing your hosting abilities this evening. Please let me know if you feel you need more recooperation time, though. Your father and I would understand.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2002-11-02 01:27 pm UTC |
Well, I'll certainly do my best, Mother. After all, I'd hate to have to miss the gala because of Potter.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2002-11-02 01:29 pm UTC |
Now, now. No talk of that infernal boy in my presence for the duration of the weekend, darling. I am afraid that the very name stirs up even more unrestful fits of anguish.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2002-11-02 01:34 pm UTC |
Completely understandable, Mother. How are things at your end of the Manor?
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2002-11-02 01:39 pm UTC |
"Things" are terribly busy, dear. I am afraid that your father is in a bit of a quandary as a special creature ordered for tonight's Gala was placed on back order. He hexed a few of the more competent house elves in a fit of rage and sent a howler back to the procurer demanding satisfaction and the delivery of a magical creature of some sort. I am, however, trying to remain calm and the voice of reason throughout these trying times.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2002-11-02 01:48 pm UTC |
Well, that would explain why a bunch of house-elves just ran past carrying a blackened house-elf between them. Really, you'd think they could at least learn their lesson and keep the bloody noise down. Incidentally, Mother, did you mean for that cauldron of scotch to be delivered to my chambers?
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2002-11-02 02:47 pm UTC |
If any more of those vermin annoy you, feel free to hex them or send word and I shall have your father take care of them.
Cauldron of scotch?
No, darling. Be a dear and have that sent to me for immediate inspection.