| blondenarcissa in nocturne_alley @ 2003-11-21 10:36:00 |
| Current mood: |  curious |
Draco
There are thirty-four shopping days until Christmas and forty shopping days until your birthday. Do be a dear and let your mother know what you would like.
Thank you so very much for the lovely plant that you owled me. It was thoughtful and brightened me up considerably.
Love,
Mother
Comments:
| potterstinks @ 2003-11-21 10:49 am UTC |
You're welcome, Mother. I do hope you're feeling better.
I have, of course, been working on my gift list in earnest, and estimate I shall have the scroll finished quite shortly. It's so difficult to think of the things one wants when one practically already has everything they could want.
Incidentally, I feel certain your measurements have gone down since last year, so I'll need to know the new ones prior to Christmas.
Your pride and joy,
Draco
| blondenarcissa @ 2003-11-21 02:50 pm UTC |
I am feeling quite better, thank you.
As you are my clever, always prepared boy, I should have known that you would have already been composing your gift list. As your father and I are want to give you your every desire, I can understand how difficult it must be to chose something fabulous that you are already not currently in possession of.
My measurements have indeed gone down since last holiday season! I shall travel to Roma and have Giuseppe retake my measurements and owl them to you posthaste.
Love,
Mother