| potterstinks @ 2003-07-08 13:46:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
I'm considering teaching myself to eat with chopsticks for entertainment. Perhaps we can go to Japan or Vietnam or one of those Asian countries for holidays. Of course, I've no intention of eating cat and/or manticore, but it would be an interesting change of location. Mother rather enjoys Tokyo, and I'm certain it would take her mind off of things. In fact, I imagine a nice, long holiday would do her well.
The war with Dacey continues, though of course it's certainly not my doing, as My Mother has already informed me that she would prefer it if I didn't harass her elf. Dacey, on the other hand, is a relentless villain who stepped on my foot as I was leaving the kitchens this morning. All I wanted was a bit of jam. Is that so much to ask? I don't think so. Dacey, on the other hand, was overcome with rage and slammed her foot onto mine. I realise elves are small, but she could have broken one of my toes. Millicent broke them earlier this year, which likely makes them susceptible to being broken again. Naturally she had to punish herself for getting in the way of my foot, and somehow that ridiculous Peligroso woman thought I was somehow to blame when she walked in and found Dacey repeatedly throwing herself into my foot and the wall.
Now Mother's gone off again about Dacey, and of course she realised it wasn't my fault and started crying, and Father's decided to find more gifts for her.
The portraits are being absolutely ludicrous this summer. They always play whisper down the corridor to each other and tattle on me. They've done it since I was younger, but now they're just being stupid. They all told each other when I flew my broomstick down to the ballroom last night, and today they were all twittering about my twigs not being trimmed neatly enough. I don't see why they get their frames in a knot about me flying my broomstick indoors. It's certainly a lot faster than walking everywhere, and I'd rather not get sunburn and bee stings flying outside. Father thinks we ought to get new portraits, and I'm inclined to agree. Portraits aren't supposed to talk back. You'd think they could learn a bit of obedience.
Of course, I've been terribly busy, so I certainly don't have the time to fuss about with journals. Father's been quite busy at well at the Ministry. He had to help decide which departments ought to get pay cuts, which I'm sure was rather distressing as he wouldn't want to put anyone out of house and home. As the money is needed to help rebuild the North Wing at Hogwarts, some of the less important departments had to have financial cuts. It's tragic, but My Father says it had to be done.
Millicent, if you'd like to come to tea on Thursday, I expect you'll dispose of the formalwear beforehand.
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