| potterstinks @ 2003-07-31 22:44:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Mother and I ended up traipsing about the entire country this morning, talking to decorators who have no idea what they're talking about. I've decided that since the house in Cannes is my house, I'll simply wait until I've left Hogwarts and get to work on it with my own designers and my own opinions. As it's mine, I can't see why there should be an entire army of people involved, in any case. Besides, I've not made any permanent plans.
Since Millicent's gone home, her mother's written me to thank me for watching after her misguided daughter, so this evening I brought a flitterbloom over to her and she decided she needed to sit me down for a chat. Millicent's mother is a surprisingly graceful woman, though she does take at least five entire minutes to spew out a single sentence. She's taken diction to the next level. She seems to feel as though she has to leave time between each word she says so as to give the listener the opportunity to digest the word and promptly forget it while waiting for her to say the next one. In any case, she calls me the most ridiculous names, but as I'm infinitely patient and polite she rather likes me so I thought it quite generous to spend the evening with her.
First she wanted to see if I could do something about the Sphinx outside of Millicent's bedroom, which I suppose has been bothering her in Millicent's absence, and then she wanted to know if I could convince Millicent to start wearing her hair in ringlets. As I think this look would be positively perfect for Millicent, I naturally agreed to do my best about it. Mrs Bulstrode is charming, I suppose. She did offer to bake me some biscuits, but I could only assume this would take approximately four decades of my natural life, so I decided to return to the Manor. Tomorrow I believe Mrs Bulstrode wants to take me to talk to one of her decorators, which of course is absolutely ridiculous given that she has a white picket fence and clearly knows nothing about taste, but I suppose there's nothing wrong in humouring the woman as she obviously wants to do something for me.
I haven't figured out if Father and Mother are going to insist upon my presence at Dumbledore's feeble little gathering, but as I expect I'll be forced to go, I suppose there's that to look forward to dreading. Why is he having a birthday party at a teacher's house? Doesn't he have an entire castle at his fingertips? Why, then, must we all be crushed into small spaces? Anyway, since I can Apparate, I suppose I'll be able to leave whenever I want, so that likely won't be such a problem.
Millicent, I learnt today, is evidently struggling with the written part of her Apparation exam. Unbeknownst to me she appears to have failed it an unknown number of times. I can't help wondering if this is because she's having difficulty answering in complete sentences.
Oh, and today marks a rather special occasion, which is that I was mauled by a drunkard in Ivadell Palisades on my way back to the Manor this morning. He asked me if I had a spare Knut. As though I just go around giving my spare Knuts to anyone who wants to purchase alcohol with it. He absolutely reeked of alcohol, an odour which I find particularly abhorrent. You'd think these people would be thrown into Azkaban.
All in all, today has been rather useless.
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