The dreaded
dinner party is this evening. I can hardly contain the abundance of distain delight that is washing over me at this very moment. Every associate that
Lucius extended an invitation to has unfortunately graciously accepted.
Currently the
house elves are busy bustling about the Manor in preparation of tonight's festivities. I must admit that the dining hall looks even more spectacular than usual, although I am rather displeased that
my darling husband has ordered my finest Romanian crystal to be set out. Avery will have to be watched with the utmost scrutiny as, since he cannot even properly wield his wand on a 'good' day, I expect his clumsy digits will drop one of my treasured flutes.
Oh, joy! Must be off, as my martini looks quite neglected.