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Well this day has been shot to Hades. I am bone tired and just weary. Lucius is up in arms about the insult that the Parkinson child made to the Malfoy family. While I understand how a rumor such as having Veela blood might be a bit vexing, it’s hardly reason to demand a blood test to see if Miss Parkinson is on hallucinatory drugs.
I searched for two hours for the suddenly conspicuously absent Miss Parkinson, only to find a note that she had, in fact, left for London to meet with family members. My family has known the Parkinsons through social circles for generations now. And Pollen and Peony Parkinson are no different from their predecessors. To be stricken from the Social Register is akin to gouging one’s eyes out and then performing a frontal lobotomy with a shot of firewhisky as an anesthetic.
So, it was with a bit of trepidation that I apparated outside the Malfoy Estate. The Parkinsons were already in attendance in an attempt to placate Lucius. Really, Lucius should be a bit kinder. He’s been an absolute tyrant since being appointed Chairman of the Social Registry. I do believe he was positively teeming with glee when he expelled Walden MacNair. Lucius is apparently still upset that MacNair was responsible for the death of his beloved wolfhound when he was a child.
As the rather terse meeting (or rather a summons before the modern day Inquisition) progressed, Pollen Parkinson presented a rather compelling argument for his daughter. In order to satisfy Draco’s sullied reputation at school, Lucius would settle for no less than exile. Draco wanted Pansy sent all the way to Siberia to attend Очень маленький и Низший Колледж, which roughly translates to “Very Small and Inferior College.”
I had to plead the case for the unfortunate and very absent Miss Parkinson, and everyone agreed that she might be better suited for Beauxbatons. If memory serves me right, Beauxbatons even has a belfry that Miss Parkinson can skulk about in.
I’ve had to come back and fill out hours of scrollwork on Miss Parkinson’s transfer. Albus was not happy about losing a student, however the intricacies of the Elite Social Circle elude him. Albus may be able to transfigure like a madman, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to polite society. And if having to do scrollwork wasn’t enough, Albus deemed that I spend some “quality time” with Sir Martyr in a friendly game of chess Sunday afternoon.
If it’s not bad enough to roleplay confrontational situations, I have to cut short my visit with Lucius and spend yet MORE free time with a preening poodle of a man. Sometimes, life just isn’t fair.
I searched for two hours for the suddenly conspicuously absent Miss Parkinson, only to find a note that she had, in fact, left for London to meet with family members. My family has known the Parkinsons through social circles for generations now. And Pollen and Peony Parkinson are no different from their predecessors. To be stricken from the Social Register is akin to gouging one’s eyes out and then performing a frontal lobotomy with a shot of firewhisky as an anesthetic.
So, it was with a bit of trepidation that I apparated outside the Malfoy Estate. The Parkinsons were already in attendance in an attempt to placate Lucius. Really, Lucius should be a bit kinder. He’s been an absolute tyrant since being appointed Chairman of the Social Registry. I do believe he was positively teeming with glee when he expelled Walden MacNair. Lucius is apparently still upset that MacNair was responsible for the death of his beloved wolfhound when he was a child.
As the rather terse meeting (or rather a summons before the modern day Inquisition) progressed, Pollen Parkinson presented a rather compelling argument for his daughter. In order to satisfy Draco’s sullied reputation at school, Lucius would settle for no less than exile. Draco wanted Pansy sent all the way to Siberia to attend Очень маленький и Низший Колледж, which roughly translates to “Very Small and Inferior College.”
I had to plead the case for the unfortunate and very absent Miss Parkinson, and everyone agreed that she might be better suited for Beauxbatons. If memory serves me right, Beauxbatons even has a belfry that Miss Parkinson can skulk about in.
I’ve had to come back and fill out hours of scrollwork on Miss Parkinson’s transfer. Albus was not happy about losing a student, however the intricacies of the Elite Social Circle elude him. Albus may be able to transfigure like a madman, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to polite society. And if having to do scrollwork wasn’t enough, Albus deemed that I spend some “quality time” with Sir Martyr in a friendly game of chess Sunday afternoon.
If it’s not bad enough to roleplay confrontational situations, I have to cut short my visit with Lucius and spend yet MORE free time with a preening poodle of a man. Sometimes, life just isn’t fair.