| potterstinks @ 2003-08-08 01:23:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Given that I had no choice in the matter, I was left, unfortunately, to attend Lupin's ridiculous gathering on behalf of Dumbledore, despite the fact that I obviously have a tonne of things I could have been doing instead. I had to bring a gift. I brought socks, as I really could not be bothered to go to a shop and pick something up, but for some reason Dumbledore seemed horribly enchanted by them, so next time I'm sure he'll be happy with a used handkerchief. I suppose the idea of receiving a gift from me is enchanting enough for anyone regardless of what the gift actually is.
I spent the majority of the evening watching ice melt in a glass, and later I was forced into a lavatory, as there was absolutely nowhere else to go that wasn't overpopulated with drunken old witches. That stupid Wood person who used to be the Gryffindor captain organised some sort of Quidditch match out on the faux, handmade pitch, but as I've no burning desire to form camaraderie with Bones, somehow, I managed to control the overwhelming compulsion to play. Doris Crockford pinched my cheeks and asked me when I was going to start growing a moustache 'again.' I've no idea why. I'm not sure if she thought I was My Father or not, as she also went into a long, boring story about the time she'd caught Weasley's father slipping a toad into my pumpkin juice, and as far as I know, I've never consumed beverages in the remotest company of Weasley's father. She also asked how 'the wife' was.
I also saw Flint, who informed me that I wasn't 'rugged' enough to be Quidditch captain, which I suppose means he assumes that Quidditch captains are supposed to have mixed blood. Everyone knows Flint has troll in his family somewhere, but I hardly see how this means I ought to go have my teeth reshaped in order to obtain a more frightening image. Warrington spilt an entire bottle of buttergin on my shoe, and that ridiculous little Baddock prat who stole Millicent's robes earlier asked if I'd be willing to wring my shoe out into a glass for him. All in all the throng of morons was in full effect, so it's hardly surprising that I sought freedom in the washroom. Of course, I inadvertently broke the towel rack, but I can hardly help it if the construction is shoddy.
Father and Mother seemingly forgot to look for me before they left, or else they assumed I'd already gone, because by the time I deemed it safe to leave the lavatory, hardly anyone was even there anymore. Mother is still recovering from her insulinoma, which I'm told is a very high class and elegant illness, so we'll be going to the Italian Riviera on the eleventh so she can recuperate. Father always has impeccable taste in choosing holiday spots.
I've not been able to find my watch all week, and as it was in my pocket, I suspect it's been lost somewhere at Wolfnose Pryde. Personally, I feel Potter ought to look for it for me, as I can't see how he'd have anything better to do.
It seems Pansy and Millicent have kidnapped Weasley. If I'd known they were that bored, I would have graced them with my presence. However, seeing as they're now dabbling in Dark forces, ie, spending time with Weasleys, I rather think it's for the best that I'll not be back from the Italian Riviera until 22 August. Of course, it will be a rush to get to Diagon Alley afterward, but it's certainly not as though there's anything in Diagon Alley that I couldn't get somewhere else.
I expect I'll be needing to find my watch prior to going on holiday, so Potter, you might want to get on that immediately.
Comments:
| erniemacmillan @ 2003-08-08 11:37 am UTC |
What's wrong with you? Who keeps their watch in their pocket anyway! Maybe if you didn't keep taking it out all night to see what time it was you wouldn't have lost it!
| potterstinks @ 2003-08-08 12:08 pm UTC |
Because it was bothering me, imbecile. Perhaps if I'd not been watching my life slowly tick past right in front of my eyes, I'd not have needed to continue checking my watch.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2003-08-08 03:29 pm UTC |
Draco dearest,
I had already assumed that you had left the party, darling, as I had not seen you for some time before your father and I decided to depart. Are you looking forward to holiday, dear? Do let me know if I need to arrange with the house elves to pack anything special for you.
Love,
Mother
| just_harry @ 2003-08-09 08:16 am UTC |
Found it. I could owl it, but it might not get there in time. You should stop by to pick it up.
| potterstinks @ 2003-08-09 09:03 am UTC |
Now where, Potter, do you get off telling people what to do? That's just rude.
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