| purestblood @ 2004-04-29 01:01:00 |
| Current mood: | anxious |
| Current music: | Samuel Hexber, "Gethsemane" |
It is late. I've been out in the garden, thinking. The manor is quiet and no one will stay awake with me. Trials are soon to take place--some of my own doing, some not--and I feel now as though it is all out of my hands. I can only sit back and watch events unfold. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I only hope Draco is too.
I'll have another drink. And wonder if the sins of the father will be visited upon the son.
Comments:
| blondenarcissa @ 2004-04-29 06:04 am UTC |
You have been looking forward to this event for many moons, Lucius. I did not think that you would become quite so introspective; surely you are not growing apprehensive?
| purestblood @ 2004-04-29 11:10 am UTC |
Apprehensive is not quite the word, really. I don't know how to phrase it; are you available this afternoon?
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2004-04-29 01:22 pm UTC |
I am available this afternoon if you should like to converse. Coincidentally, I have a thing or two relating to tomorrow that I would like to address. I trust you will indulge me and consider my opinion carefully before taking time to respond; I suspect that you may find my words to be a bit impious.
(parent)| purestblood @ 2004-04-29 03:42 pm UTC |
I'll see you for tea, then. We can talk then; I'm open to any ideas you may have.
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