| potterstinks @ 2003-04-17 23:40:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Father, I've just got back from the Hogwarts Express. I was under the impression I was to go home for the holidays, but when I got to King's Cross, no one was there. Professor Sprout made me take the train all the way back to Hogwarts, and now I'm stuck here for the entirety of break. I do hope that if you and Mother have gone on holiday, you have an enjoyable time while I remain here suffering.
Moving along.
As you've all no doubt heard by now, I had a date with Ravenclaw Patil after my insipid detention with Boot and Thomas on Tuesday night. I should've known better than to take out a Ravenclaw. After I'd been through all the girls in Slytherin, naturally the only semi-acceptable House left was Ravenclaw, and as the Ravenclaw girls are a collective group of tapeworms disguising themselves as bookworms, I likely shouldn't have bothered. However, Patil seemed promising--definitely more so than the rest.
As it turned out, Professor Snape assigned us a detention to be supervised by Filch that evening, so my date had to be pushed back. We had to give Filch our wands. I've always suspected that Filch is a Squib, so I hardly see how this was the intelligent thing to do. Of course, everyone knows, so I imagine that was all part of the idea. He could've stolen them in a fit of envy.
That morning I'd received a package of biscuits from a very suspicious house-elf, but they were biscuits I'd recognised, so I took them along to the Astronomy Tower to meet Patil. Of course, Professor Sinistra came to shoo us out with an actual broomstick. Not a racing broom, but a broomstick. I'm surprised she didn't threaten to burn us alive. She confiscated my biscuits! She said they were illegal. Then she started snooping around to see if I'd been carrying any dragonhide gloves on me. As though I carry them everywhere. Something is awry.
In any case, I decided to take Patil for a stroll along in my company. We'd barely even started off when she started complaining about her dress. It's not my fault she chose such an atrocious colour. As it turned out it was actually that the dress itched, but it hardly matters. For a Ravenclaw, she's not very bright. Who would actually wear clothing they received anonymously?
I decided to show her the Prefect's Bath, as non-Prefects are always so interested to see it. Then she started tearing at her clothes, and she practically begged me to turn the bath on. Of course, by this point, I was rather ready to go back to my dormitory and spend an enjoyable evening reading up on the fascinating history of lettuce. She apparently had other ideas. Such as the fact that she claims I attempted to 'feel her up.' What a very Ravenclaw way of putting things. I was trying to get her out of my way. She was boring. After all I had to hear about art, she didn't even put out. She didn't even offer to put out.
Finally she ran off in horror, and all the better for it. I'll not be spending my time with girls who can't even keep their clothes on for five minutes. While I appreciate it, it's hardly decent. I'd thought, being a Ravenclaw, she would be marginally more interesting than her sister, but it turns out that birthing hips do, in fact, run in the Patil family. The dress was practically bursting at the seams due to all the extra baggage.
Oh, and Potter, I'll be needing your stupid Gulf book now. As I'll apparently be having an extremely long holiday, I may as well bore myself to sleep. You can owl it to me. Chop, chop.
Comments:
| blondenarcissa @ 2003-04-17 07:47 pm UTC |
My darling, poor, sweet Little Dragon,
I am SO very sorry that I have not been able to reply to your journals or have contact with you. Although I did send some things in secret to you via Professor Lupin who gave your packages to a house elf to lay out for you in your dormitory, I did it in secret from your father. He would not allow me to correspond with you on account of your actions at the duel last weekend. I have been so very worried about you, especially considering what happened on your London field trip.
I am sorry that I wasn't at King's Cross to pick you up. I so wanted to be there but your father would have none of it. Do try and go to Grandmother's house if you can, darling.
Please forgive me for my silence these past few days. You have been on my mind day and night and I pray to Merlin that you can find it in your heart to forgive your mother's callousness.
Love,
Mother
| potterstinks @ 2003-04-17 08:25 pm UTC |
Of course, I can owl Grandmother and see if she can get to Hogwarts and get me.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2003-04-17 08:25 pm UTC |
No, darling, I have not had one owl from you since the day before your duel.
Love,
Mother
| blondenarcissa @ 2003-04-17 08:31 pm UTC |
No, dear, I am not all right. I will be soon, though. I promise. I shan't be at the Manor for a time but do not fret. The new owl that your father bought you should be able to find me easily enough.
Love,
Mother
| potterstinks @ 2003-04-17 08:33 pm UTC |
But why not? It's the Manor. Where else would you be?
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2003-04-17 09:03 pm UTC |
I won't be at the Manor because I said goodbye to your father, Draco. I won't stand any longer for the way he mistreats you.
I love you.
Mother