I had the longest sleep yesterday, and it would have been better had I not lost my journal. Which ended up being buried under my History of Magic notes. I had no idea how it got there, since I'm using Theodore's and Draco's notes anyway, but the house elf must have slipped it there. The most irritating thing is, I can't even tell which house elf it ( Read more... )

Back home after another evening of formalities with Mother and her friends. We were at her cousin's, this time. Thankfully, Mother did well to behave herself and did not play matchmaker ( Read more... )

Mmm, dinner at the Parkinson's went by splendidly. Theodore and I managed to move as far away from our parents as possible, so if they ever said anything, well, that they would be bound to say, we didn't hear them, and we had nothing to do with them ( Read more... )

Dinner at the Parkinson's is in a few hours' time. Have done a bit of the CoMC essay, as I detest the subject and would rather have it over with first thing. I detest History more, actually (History itself is fascinating, but sometimes... Professor Binns was just born to make people sleep), except I haven't got complete notes on it just yet. I hope ( Read more... )

Plans, I suppose, are a good thing, though they're tedious to make, which can explain why it appears that I've accomplished nothing as far as the holidays have gone.

Well, it's the holidays, after all ( Read more... )

Mother is bored. She's been dragging me off to every little soiree she can attend, as Father is usually out of town anyway and she needs someone with her, and is trying to keep herself occupied by embarking on a most noble quest to Find Blaise A Girlfriend ( Read more... )