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Dec 31, 2002 13:51

As I'm sure you all know, today is my birthday, but it's not too late to send owls out. The house-elves will be managing the piles, and I'm sure I'll have time to look through them sooner or later.

Father, Mother, and I went to Provence over the last two days to visit Grandfather and Grandmother. It's always refreshing to spend time with Purebloods who understand the customs of real wizards. Of course, the Malfoys have always been enlightened, and My Grandparents are no different in that.

Grandfather, of course, isn't one for much of Christmas celebrating, so we were fortunately free of the lingering effects Christmas seems to have on wizardkind. Honestly, you'd think that once Christmas was over, everyone could stop blasting fairy lights and tinsel everywhere, but evidently no one has heard of discretion. Grandmother is a bit reserved, like a proper witch should be. She certainly didn't waste any time baking biscuits or something equally pedestrian.

Since our wing at the Manor was so enchanting, Father, Mother, and I spent most of our time there. In such a large manor, it's quite easy to lose your way, so we somehow managed to miss seeing Grandfather and Grandmother too often over the visit.

We did have to return home today in order for Father and Mother to be able to attend a party at the Macnairs', but I suppose all good things must come to an end. I'm sure we'll see Grandfather and Grandmother again next year. Perhaps they'll find more things to look over. Naturally, the Malfoys have always kept an eye on their family members to make sure no one is causing any harm to the family name. Grandfather is rather stern in making certain of that. It's so unfortunate that we had to return to the Manor so quickly.

Tonight Father and Mother are attending a party at the Macnairs', where I'll be stopping in until it grows boring. I've made arrangements to take the Floo Network to Pansy's later in the evening, which I suppose shall be all right, despite Millicent's presence. I think Millicent is still irate that I sent her an insect display for Christmas. Which just figures, of course. I myself feel it was a rather thoughtful gift. I did mention that dead insects remind me of her.

Oh, and I suppose you'll all be wondering what my annual Christmas/Birthday gift was this year. Well, you'll just have to wait. Ha ha ha. I'd like to announce that when I'm at school, just to keep the little reminder with me in the gloom of Hogwarts. After all, the comforts of Malfoy Manor can never be replicated at Hogwarts, so at least I'll have some comfort of home when writing in my dear old journal about it.

Happy New Year, cretins.
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