Broke three plates tonight and knocked over a small side table, all in the same hour. Bit of a record even for me. Also, the light in my typist's room burned out, but I don't think that was my fault. ....I hope not, anyway
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I have been away for a bit, but it seems that... ahh... Things have come to a bit of a halt. Perhaps it would be easier if I filled you in via owl? If that is acceptable, that is.
Nonetheless. Am intensely bored. If you can be civil for the length of this, then I'll talk to you.
I don't know you, really. Except that you're a Death Eater. Unless you're not anymore. Or something. Er. Yes, my typist and I are very very VERY out of it. ....so prove that you're worth talking to, despite this.
It does with some. *sits down abruptly on a convenient cushion on the floor* Right, then - Mulciber, was it? It's hard to keep track of you lot, sometimes, you know that? There's just so many of you. What would make a Death Eater be capable of civil conversation or kindness to...me, then?
I believe you might be right. That is rather a record. I doubt the lamp is yours to worry about, though.
That said, I present you with proof that I am, in fact, still here, if a bit distracted and lacking a focused typist. Not to blame everything on her, of course. She's rather dedicated for someone with so many people to deal with. Mostly I'm to blame for my own absence.
Things have been a bit...odd the last few times I looked in around here, though. Not completely certain what to make of some situations, nor sure what to think of some people. I made the mistake of wandering into the mansion a couple of weeks ago while my typist was on vacation and things have just gotten stranger from that point on. I've been rather avoiding everything since.
I hope not! Trying to be extra careful since then, though, because, y'know, that's just ridiculous. *laughs*
*hugs him quickly and impulsively* Glad you're here, distraction, typist, and all, dad, even if it isn't much. I stay out of the mansion mostly - you're right, it's... odd. And hey, staying out of there, I seem to have avoided getting injured, killed, set on fire, drunk, turned into a man, or...anything else like that.
...y'know, it's really not that different from Hogwarts, in that respect. Except, fewer lessons, and the house-elves don't clean up after people.
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Absolutely. Thanks a bunch, Hermione. Always can count on you for acquiring and spreading knowledge, after all!
(And owls would be addressed to ladylaundress@yahoo.com - again, thanks, aptly named lady messenger!)
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Nonetheless. Am intensely bored. If you can be civil for the length of this, then I'll talk to you.
I don't know you, really. Except that you're a Death Eater. Unless you're not anymore. Or something. Er. Yes, my typist and I are very very VERY out of it. ....so prove that you're worth talking to, despite this.
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I'm not telling what I am. Or... I wouldn't if I was sure?
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....that's what I thought.
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That said, I present you with proof that I am, in fact, still here, if a bit distracted and lacking a focused typist. Not to blame everything on her, of course. She's rather dedicated for someone with so many people to deal with. Mostly I'm to blame for my own absence.
Things have been a bit...odd the last few times I looked in around here, though. Not completely certain what to make of some situations, nor sure what to think of some people. I made the mistake of wandering into the mansion a couple of weeks ago while my typist was on vacation and things have just gotten stranger from that point on. I've been rather avoiding everything since.
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*hugs him quickly and impulsively* Glad you're here, distraction, typist, and all, dad, even if it isn't much. I stay out of the mansion mostly - you're right, it's... odd. And hey, staying out of there, I seem to have avoided getting injured, killed, set on fire, drunk, turned into a man, or...anything else like that.
...y'know, it's really not that different from Hogwarts, in that respect. Except, fewer lessons, and the house-elves don't clean up after people.
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