| potterstinks @ 2002-12-23 18:24:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
At last, I've returned to the Manor and escaped the drear of Hogwarts. Just in time, too, as if I'd heard one more word about Hufflepuffs shagging Ravenclaws I may very well have had to pierce my ear drums with spoons.
The lake on the Manor grounds has frozen over, but the house-elves refuse to go out and ice skate on it. I quite enjoy forcing the house-elves to ice skate, as they have absolutely no sense of balance and one or two have fallen through the ice on occasion. They're completely afraid of the cold weather as well, of course. They look ridiculous when they do it, and it's rather amusing. However, they haven't done it in years because I nearly took one's head off with an ice skate once. It's hardly my fault that elves have such thin necks. Then again, since they disobey me by refusing to ice skate, they do have to punish themselves, and that's always an acceptable consolation.
Father is, of course, quite busy around the holidays. I'm certain the Wizarding World would fall apart without him. Naturally, he hasn't been around often yet, but I'm sure he'll be free soon. Malfoy Christmases have always been grand, and this year will certainly be no different. Since I've come home, I've been practising my flying in the ballroom and the servant who keeps the bar in there is getting quite fed up with me. I knocked down a bottle of wine from 1797 yesterday, and of course Mother had to punish him for it. The stupid fool will never learn.
So far I've received one Christmas present, which wasn't from My Parents, as Father and Mother like to wait until Christmas Day. It had a horrible wrapping job, which isn't surprising in the least, so I've made a point to make the elves wrap mine two or three times each until they get it absolutely perfect. Of course, I could just as easily wrap them myself and they would be perfect, but it's much more fun to watch the elves get paper cuts.
Tonight I think I'll go down to the theatre with a loaf of bread and toss it at the idiots to break their concentration. Perhaps I can get the obese one to chase me into the hedge maze again. It's always fun waiting to see him get lost. Once, he even started calling for his mummy. Pathetic. Reminds me of Weasley.
Comments:
| la_pensee @ 2002-12-23 04:27 pm UTC |
Missing you greatly over the holidays, Draco darling. I am happy to hear you seem to be having quite a good time at home. I do hope that awfully wrapped present contained something nice in it at least.
Pansy.
| potterstinks @ 2002-12-24 01:37 pm UTC |
Of course you are. And of course I'm having a good time at the Manor. While anything would be better than Hogwarts, I'm quite sure nothing is better than Malfoy Manor. Happy bloody Christmas.
(parent)| arithmantra @ 2002-12-26 11:41 am UTC |
I am glad to see you are safely home for the holidays, Mr. Malfoy. Do try to refrain from knocking over any wines from the years 1796 or 1800, as those years might signify especially turbulent times for you in the weeks to come. Also, it would be rather tiresome for your father to start off the New Year's celebrations with severe beatings and punishments. Doubtless such taxing trivialities are hardly worth his time in lieu of all that evil-spreading.
Happy holidays, Draco--and stay out of trouble.
Professor Vector
| potterstinks @ 2002-12-26 12:34 pm UTC |
I'll be sure to watch out for that, Professor Vector. I trust you've received the Christmas gift I sent you? Just a token of my esteemed generosity.
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