The *nerve* of that man!
Really, Lucius darling, have you forgotten that I can indeed access your journal? What with you proclaiming me to being "quite mental," I am not surprised in the least that you would speak of me so callously in a very public forum. So be it. C'est la vie. Que sera,sera. Et cetera, et cetera. One would think with all your security measures within the Manor, you would have taken the same precautions with your entre net journal. As usual, I have overestimated you. Either that, or the martinis were flowing freely when I came to that little tedious conclusion.
No matter. On to more pleasantries.
Forgive me, I have mistyped and do not know how to obliviate what I typed as a mistake. How embarrassing!
As for the book I gifted unto you, Lucius, it was indeed meant for you. The last few times you attempted relations with me, I was so bored that I was practically catatonic, dear! Wizard, Wank Thyself was only meant to allow you to get in touch with yourself before you attempted to get in touch with me again. Don't sulk, luv. I had to do something, didn't I?
I was most distressed to learn that Draco lost the copy of that ever-so-useful book that I had given to his father as well. He ought to go post haste to that dreadful excuse of a library and retrieve his mummy's gift! If he doesn't read up, how will he expect to fully live up to his promise to me? I want to make sure he does a good job and upholds the Malfoy family honour. Is that too much for a mother to ask?
I would type more, but the drat house elf is taking far too long bringing me my vat of olives and gallons of martini mixers. Ah, where can I find good help these days?
No matter. On to more pleasantries.
Forgive me, I have mistyped and do not know how to obliviate what I typed as a mistake. How embarrassing!
As for the book I gifted unto you, Lucius, it was indeed meant for you. The last few times you attempted relations with me, I was so bored that I was practically catatonic, dear! Wizard, Wank Thyself was only meant to allow you to get in touch with yourself before you attempted to get in touch with me again. Don't sulk, luv. I had to do something, didn't I?
I was most distressed to learn that Draco lost the copy of that ever-so-useful book that I had given to his father as well. He ought to go post haste to that dreadful excuse of a library and retrieve his mummy's gift! If he doesn't read up, how will he expect to fully live up to his promise to me? I want to make sure he does a good job and upholds the Malfoy family honour. Is that too much for a mother to ask?
I would type more, but the drat house elf is taking far too long bringing me my vat of olives and gallons of martini mixers. Ah, where can I find good help these days?