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My, it certainly has been quite some time since I have updated my little entre net journal, hasn't it? Three entire weeks have passed and I can scarsely believe it can be so. Perhaps my apparating here and there from one exotic location to the next has enabled time to seemingly speed up and deposit me in the present time, so very near Christmas. As soon as I conclude this entry I must go shopping. Why, I've not completed acquiring everything on my shopping list. Most of the items I shall have no problem obtaining as there are people in high places who owe me many a favor. However, I must confess that my darling son has a number of unusual and hard-to-find items on his list. This, naturally, will be the sole thing that I expound my energy upon. A Malfoy must never have a bland or disappointing Christmas and I will not risk my son's unhappiness.
Aside from all my concerns about Christmas, I have been rather consumed with trying to understand why Fake Lucius keeps reappearing and then disappearing from my life. Perhaps I shall raise this question at my next private lesson with Remus.
About Fake Lucius leaving once more:
After my trip to Cairo three weeks ago, I was still very wary of Fake Lucius being in my home. He made demands and treated me so horribly one would have thought I was simply one of the house elves instead of the stunningly beautiful Lady of the Manor. I could not take Fake Lucius's behavior for one minute longer so I busied myself writing a few paragraphs describing my journey, thinking I would transpose my written words into a flow of font on this computer. So wrapped up in my 'mission', I did not sense, somehow, that Fake Lucius had disappeared or left the manor whilst I scribbled away on parchment. No goodbyes, no farewell galas, nothing.
I know that Fake Lucius had gone and retreated because my Lucius (I have never seen my Lucius and Fake Lucius in a room together, which leads me to believe that my Lucius must hide in his den sipping on absinthe until Fake Lucius becomes bored and leaves the Manor.) came and stopped by my chambers, inquiring as to whether or not I should like to go to Paris to view some of the new Fall fashions. (He was so sweet and attentive that he made Fake Lucius seem like an extremely chilled block of ice.) Naturally I accepted the invitation and the following week (after having spent a blissful and arguement-free week at the Manor) we left for Paris.
I am afraid that my martini needs to be topped off and I need to prepare for my shopping extravaganza. I shall continue on with an update at my earliest convenience.
To come: Paris, my darling son, Remus, and indignation
Aside from all my concerns about Christmas, I have been rather consumed with trying to understand why Fake Lucius keeps reappearing and then disappearing from my life. Perhaps I shall raise this question at my next private lesson with Remus.
About Fake Lucius leaving once more:
After my trip to Cairo three weeks ago, I was still very wary of Fake Lucius being in my home. He made demands and treated me so horribly one would have thought I was simply one of the house elves instead of the stunningly beautiful Lady of the Manor. I could not take Fake Lucius's behavior for one minute longer so I busied myself writing a few paragraphs describing my journey, thinking I would transpose my written words into a flow of font on this computer. So wrapped up in my 'mission', I did not sense, somehow, that Fake Lucius had disappeared or left the manor whilst I scribbled away on parchment. No goodbyes, no farewell galas, nothing.
I know that Fake Lucius had gone and retreated because my Lucius (I have never seen my Lucius and Fake Lucius in a room together, which leads me to believe that my Lucius must hide in his den sipping on absinthe until Fake Lucius becomes bored and leaves the Manor.) came and stopped by my chambers, inquiring as to whether or not I should like to go to Paris to view some of the new Fall fashions. (He was so sweet and attentive that he made Fake Lucius seem like an extremely chilled block of ice.) Naturally I accepted the invitation and the following week (after having spent a blissful and arguement-free week at the Manor) we left for Paris.
I am afraid that my martini needs to be topped off and I need to prepare for my shopping extravaganza. I shall continue on with an update at my earliest convenience.
To come: Paris, my darling son, Remus, and indignation