| la_pensee @ 2003-06-14 13:44:00 |
Mrs. Malfoy's Letter
Draco, darling, per your request, I have dug out my French dictionary and done my best to aid you:
"Narcissa, surprisingly, is not here. I believed that she was cutting herself off from polite society. I came to the Chalet to speak to her, and as she is not here, I should find something to pass the time.This is certainly good news, Draco, darling, as it appears you no longer have to worry about your mother's bloodline at least. It is quite lucky this little story has come out, and that all this fuss was merely because of your mother's most unfortunate assumptions. Perhaps we shall all look back one day, recall this, and laugh. Until then, darling, I hope you feel better.
It is not my fault that she has left this strange, small box on. It took me quite some time but I finally understood that if one presses on these small keys here, words appear on the glass. Magnificent.
I recall Narcissa talking about this object with her little boy, while they were in Cannes for the funeral of Marie in what should have become my house. According to what I understand, once I make the words appear, they are sent into a sort of place where others can read what I wrote. It is perfect, I have something of importance to say.
Narcissa, you are an idiot.
You were not adopted. Marie had told me, a longtime ago, that incident of your youth, you, shaming yourself awfully by wearings colors not matched at the time of a business dinner which she held for associates of your father. Your mother, you will remember, informed you coldly of `You are not my daughter. My daughter could make the difference between 'blush' and ' bashful' and would not pair them together, not with a chartreuse trim either!' which you had answered `But you are my mother and Father is my father.' Marie, you remember, then retorted they would be shamed to be called your true parents.
How, dear girl, did you manage to draw from that conversation
that you were adopted?
You, I say again: you are an idiot.
You are Peltier from one end to the other. The only thing that you hold on the side of your mother is the advantageous physique of Dubois.
Lucius, you also you are an idiot. If you were not so old and apathetic and that did not tire me so much, I would send you bad karma.
You, the spawn of Lucius: I will recover what is legitimately mine one day, boy. Shame on you for the theft of my house, and for your untenable egoism.
Mallory Dubois"
Comments:
| turpinol @ 2003-06-14 10:05 am UTC |
Actually, you have that slightly incorrect.
Narcissa is not here, surprisingly. I thought the girl was cutting
herself off from polite society. I came to the Chalet to speak with
her and, as she is not here, I ought to at least do something to pass
the time.
It is no fault of my own that she has left this curious little box
thing on. It took me quite some time but I finally figured out that
by pressing these small keys here, words appear on the glass.
Magnificent.
I do recall hearing Narcissa talk about this device with her little
boy while they were in Cannes for Marie's funeral in what should have
become my home. It is my understanding that once I make the words
appear that they can go out into some sort of space where people can
read what I have written. This is perfect as I do have something
quite important to say.
Narcissa, you are an idiot.
You were not adopted. Marie had long ago told me of the travesty of
your young self horribly embarrassing her by wearing mismatched
colours at an important dinner party she was hosting for your
father's business associates. Your mother, as you will recall,
informed you coldly that `you are no daughter of mine. My daughter
would know 'blush' from 'bashful' and not pair them together nor with
chartreuse trim!' to which you then replied, "But you're my mother
and Father is my father." Marie, as you will remember, then retorted
that they would be ashamed to call themselves your true parents.
How, dear girl, did you ever manage to draw from that conversation
that you were adopted?
You, I say again, are an idiot.
You are a Peltier through and through. The only thing you got from
your mother's side of the family was the Dubois's attractive
appearance.
Lucius, you are also an idiot. Were I not old and apathetic and it
did not strain me so much, I would hex you.
Spawn of Lucius, I will get back what is rightfully mine some day,
boy. Shame on you for stealing my home and being a selfish prig.
Mallory Dubois
| la_pensee @ 2003-06-14 10:10 am UTC |
How kind of you, Lisa, to correct my slight mistakes. I would hate to think that the meaning of this letter might be greatly impacted by them and lead to more mistaken assumptions. Thank you for the clarification.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-06-14 10:27 am UTC |
Oh, I wasn't concerned. My Mother couldn't possibly be adopted. Father wouldn't have married her if that were the case.
| petitemillicent @ 2003-06-14 12:34 pm UTC |
I hope this does not mean I cannot roast marshmallows in her face anymore.
M. B.