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My shopping trip of a few days ago was certainly beneficial as I picked up quite a bit of gifts that were on my list. The Parkinsons, my mother, Severus, various associates of Lucius and myself have all been taken care of. It now seems, most mercifully, that I only have a few people left for whom I (in a selfless display of how brilliantly I immerse myself in the holiday spirit and the time for giving concept) need to purchase something absolutely fabulous and appropriate.
My darling husband, my charming son, and dear Remus are proving to be extraordinarily difficult men to shop for. Lucius darling deserves something unique and worthy of the Lord of the Manor and I shan't want to come up with something lackluster. I have an inkling, albeit it a small one, of the perfect gift but I fear that it will be most difficult to procure. The Little Dragon, so preciously precocious, has requested several fanstastical items that I am still waiting patiently to hear from certain buyers as to the status of their availability. For all the money and power one has by being a Malfoy, sometimes one cannot get what they want when they want it. Quite frankly, this is infuriating. As for Remus, I am want to put quite a bit of thought into his gift. After all, he has been so helpful lately and I need to be sure the gift reflects just how truly grateful I am. Lucius simply doesn't understand my burgeoning friendship with him and I shan't explain it any further. If he wants to continue to associate himself with Sirius (something of which I am not too particularly fond of), then I have every right to pursue an acquaintance with Remus.
Perhaps if Sirius would spend more time paying attention to his students than other worldly endeavors, he would notice what Lucius and I have as of late: my poor brilliant son is being continually punished for things he did not do or things that were completely and utterly misconstrued. Draco is a Malfoy and a school Prefect. As such, he behaves in a proper manner befitting of those positions. Surely anyone can plainly see for themselves, if they are not under the power of that insipid orphan's dopic 'charm', that my son would never do anything to endanger his rank as prefect or to mar the name of Malfoy. He is far too pureblooded, purebred, and aristocratic to deign to the fall to the daft, antagonistic depths of anyone like those common destitute whelps who behave nearly as maturely and responsibly as a lot of Cornish Pixies. My Little Dragon was reared to be tasteful and refined at all times. He would never disappoint his mummy, after all. It distresses me a great deal to learn of how horribly he is being mistreated at Hogwarts. I shall wait to make a decision until a few weeks after holiday break has concluded, but I am seriously contemplating discussing a transfer to Durmstrang with Lucius. Yes, I realize that before when he wished to transfer Draco there I had balked but now. . .I am unsure. All I know is that the treatment of my son at that school needs to change posthaste or I shall be forced to take severe action.
Now that I have worked myself into a state fitfulness, I fear I have lost interest in recounting the lovely time Lucius and I had in Paris. Perhaps another martini will calm my nerves.
My darling husband, my charming son, and dear Remus are proving to be extraordinarily difficult men to shop for. Lucius darling deserves something unique and worthy of the Lord of the Manor and I shan't want to come up with something lackluster. I have an inkling, albeit it a small one, of the perfect gift but I fear that it will be most difficult to procure. The Little Dragon, so preciously precocious, has requested several fanstastical items that I am still waiting patiently to hear from certain buyers as to the status of their availability. For all the money and power one has by being a Malfoy, sometimes one cannot get what they want when they want it. Quite frankly, this is infuriating. As for Remus, I am want to put quite a bit of thought into his gift. After all, he has been so helpful lately and I need to be sure the gift reflects just how truly grateful I am. Lucius simply doesn't understand my burgeoning friendship with him and I shan't explain it any further. If he wants to continue to associate himself with Sirius (something of which I am not too particularly fond of), then I have every right to pursue an acquaintance with Remus.
Perhaps if Sirius would spend more time paying attention to his students than other worldly endeavors, he would notice what Lucius and I have as of late: my poor brilliant son is being continually punished for things he did not do or things that were completely and utterly misconstrued. Draco is a Malfoy and a school Prefect. As such, he behaves in a proper manner befitting of those positions. Surely anyone can plainly see for themselves, if they are not under the power of that insipid orphan's dopic 'charm', that my son would never do anything to endanger his rank as prefect or to mar the name of Malfoy. He is far too pureblooded, purebred, and aristocratic to deign to the fall to the daft, antagonistic depths of anyone like those common destitute whelps who behave nearly as maturely and responsibly as a lot of Cornish Pixies. My Little Dragon was reared to be tasteful and refined at all times. He would never disappoint his mummy, after all. It distresses me a great deal to learn of how horribly he is being mistreated at Hogwarts. I shall wait to make a decision until a few weeks after holiday break has concluded, but I am seriously contemplating discussing a transfer to Durmstrang with Lucius. Yes, I realize that before when he wished to transfer Draco there I had balked but now. . .I am unsure. All I know is that the treatment of my son at that school needs to change posthaste or I shall be forced to take severe action.
Now that I have worked myself into a state fitfulness, I fear I have lost interest in recounting the lovely time Lucius and I had in Paris. Perhaps another martini will calm my nerves.