Yule and such
Muggle celebrations are so depressing. It just shows the state our world is in now. There was a time when a Malfoy or a Parkinson wouldn't -dream- of celebrating Christmas - but times change. I think Mother wants to do it, but Gran won't stand for it. She threw out all of the presents that arrived after Solstice, in any case. She can be kind of scary, so I didn't want to argue. At least she didn't destroy the computer that belonged to dad.
We talked some - she said I was growing up to be a fine young man, the family's only heir and now man of the house now that Father had that accident, and I should start to think about getting married.
That was...kind of suprising. I didn't really know what to say. I'm not that good at conversation...I usually just go with the flow. And I've never been any good at talking to women or girls anyway. Too much talking - I don't really think fast enough to keep up.
I have the feeling Gran's not going to let up on this though...I don't know what I'm going to do, really.
We talked some - she said I was growing up to be a fine young man, the family's only heir and now man of the house now that Father had that accident, and I should start to think about getting married.
That was...kind of suprising. I didn't really know what to say. I'm not that good at conversation...I usually just go with the flow. And I've never been any good at talking to women or girls anyway. Too much talking - I don't really think fast enough to keep up.
I have the feeling Gran's not going to let up on this though...I don't know what I'm going to do, really.