| potterstinks @ 2004-04-22 08:23:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
I don't see why everyone's still so sombre about everything. It's been five days.
Anyway, we had Quidditch practice yesterday afternoon. The Gryffindors evidently aren't bothering to practise, as they've not been using the pitch this week at all. I realise they're missing a Keeper and a Chaser, but it's not as though they're irreplacable. Surely any old person could fill in. There's no excuse for laziness. Of course, it's possible they've just decided to face the fact that their loss is inevitable and don't intend to try at all, but since they're rather stubborn and duplicitous, I somehow doubt that.
Nott's moved back into our dormitory, which I think is wise. While I don't enjoy the fact that the dormitory is now one person more crowded, I suppose it's all right that he's taken his bed back. Besides, he makes better conversation than Crabbe or Goyle. Although he did hang an Icelandic flag above his bed, which is odd. Then again, it's Nott, so my surprise is really unnecessary.
Speaking of Nott, I took tea with Lavender Brown the other day, since she's my new best friend. Sorry, Millicent, but you've been replaced. Anyway, Nott was in the rose garden as well, much as he often is, and it seems Brown was quite taken with him. In fact, when she read my tea leaves, she decided to keep one because it was 'Nott-shaped.' Make of this what you will. According to Brown, my life's plan is to marry Pansy and go on holiday in my own village, have eleven of something, do something with the colour green, change my owl's name to Sulugif, become famous for being a gentleman of leisure and spend the rest of my life in St Mungo's before dying of sleep. She deduced this via rather professional means, so I've no doubt of the accuracy. I'm told the M, A and H stand for the Ministry, Azkaban and Hogsmeade respectively, but I can't quite help thinking I've received the worst of the lot. Surely if I were to spend the rest of my life in St Mungo's it would be due to some sort of insanity. Lord, can you imagine? How very dreadful.
I'm rather concerned about Brown's weight. Her figure isn't very womanly, is it? If she keeps eating the way she does, she'll likely plump up to the size of one of Hagrid's stupid pumpkins. She's already halfway there. Fortunately, My Mother knows quite a few good diets, as many women come to her for advice and she's researched this for them, so I'm certain she could send one on. The 'stop eating' diet would be my recommendation, but that's just me. She's on the right path, I suppose. At tea she only sipped hers, which is a good start. I myself ate an entire chocolate cake. It was rather rich and I didn't want to eat the whole thing, but I wouldn't have wanted Brown to have any, so I soldiered on.
It is such a shame that Brown will always have an ugly face, but perhaps if she loses a bit of weight soon, things won't be as noticeable. After all, an ugly face is far more obvious when there's so much of it to be seen.
Father, Mother and I went to dinner in Paris on Sunday, and a rude servant spilt a mango drink on my arm. I smelt like mangoes for the rest of the evening, which did put a damper on things, but I managed to get through it. Some of us aren't quite so weak as the rest of the world.
Comments:
| blondenarcissa @ 2004-04-22 03:34 pm UTC |
Darling, you already are famous in some circles for being a gentleman of leisure. Clearly this Miss Brown is no professional Seer, as she has 'Foretold' things of which are already public knowledge.
Things at dinner could have been worse, dearest. The servant could have spilt something of the peach variety on your arm.
| potterstinks @ 2004-04-22 04:00 pm UTC |
That's true, of course. I do hope the waiter was fired. I wouldn't tolerate that sort of thing in my establishment.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2004-04-22 04:03 pm UTC |
I know you wouldn't, Draco. You wouldn't tolerate anything of that nature, I am sure.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2004-04-22 04:47 pm UTC |
Some of us aren't quite so weak as the rest of the world.
Although, darling, if you were used as the means of comparison, how could any of us quite measure up?
| goyle @ 2004-04-26 09:31 am UTC |
i kann tork abowt ise land if yu wont. but yu doant wont to tork tu me ennywae. ive tryed lots tudae to tork. even wons abowt iseland.
as yu did not lissen i shal tel yu agen.
the opra is populer in ise land. neerly orl ov them went wen a mugul opra went end ORL wizurds went to thee opra thet warbeck wus in. shoas weer mor cultuyerd.
yu kan tork tu me yu noe. evun if ets just abowt cukkies yu no ill lissen.
o well if yu doant wont to tork i wont push et.
Greg
PS DID YU SE MY ORTOGRAF? >:)
PPS Lavunder desrvd et, shes weerd, but i wud hav broaken her arm fur yu if yud just askd i lik braking things.
PPPS obviusly coz i broak yor kwill in chamrs butt thet was an aksident
PPPPS du yu think IM fat?? :0(
| potterstinks @ 2004-04-27 01:12 pm UTC |
I did, in fact, see your autograph. Well done, Goyle.
Perhaps 'robust' would be a more appropriate word.
