That Sodding Mooncake Festival
While I was gathering my thoughts, pursuant to making this journal entry, one thing came to mind quite forcefully: Hogwarts is rapidly going downhill. It is not the same school that I attended. I am considering withdrawing my financial support. The continuing mistreatment of my son cannot be allowed to continue. He is a Malfoy, and must be treated with the respect and deference that is his due. It is the natural order of things, although I'm sure that some would disagree.
At the festival, who should I run into but la_pensee. She's certainly brave enough when surrounded by a crowd of people. It appears that only when she is required to appear on her own that she turns tail and runs off to London. I can now sleep easily at nights, knowing that. The girl is most ill-mannered. For some reason, Severus relented and allowed the girl to come to the festival. I assume the snails they were feeding her in France weren't satisfying her. Nevertheless, I soldiered on with the good grace that is a hallmark of all Malfoys. I appeared at the festival, lantern in hand, and despite what scotchtartan might think, it was perfectly acceptable. I instructed the house-elves to decorate it in the style of Mondrian, and I confess to being quite pleased with the results. Perhaps if I had coated it with catnip it might have met her qualifications.
I, of course, brought a mooncake as well, bearing a cryptic note: "Meet me in the broom closet." I confess to a passing nostalgia at times for my school days. However, as a further indication of the moral turpitude running rampant at Hogwarts, mine read: "Make me feel like a woman, you hot-blooded wizard, you." My thoughts upon receiving this note are unprintable. And, lest anyone ask, Narcissa was unable to attend the festival. Her therapist feels it is best if she avoid groups of people for some time until the medication begins to work.
Draco left me, no doubt to avoid the pawings of the aforementioned Miss Parkinson, so I wandered a bit until I ran into none other than jadedsirius. I reached into my pockets, but, alas, no chew toys were present. I attempted to make conversation with the man, reminiscing about the past, when he became quite unhinged and swung at me! It appears that Lupin is not the only one adversely affected by the full moon. I defended myself, of course, and potions_master arrived with all due dispatch. He took me to his rooms and administered a few potions, attending to my wounds. Black, I'm sure, just crawled off into the Forest to lick his. Severus certainly does have the touch, I must say. He really is quite the mediwizard. A hot bath soon set all to rights, and he can do the most amazing things with bath salts and a loofah. Extraordinary. I spent a most cordial night with Severus, recuperating under his expert care.
I left the next morning. I opened the door to exit Severus' chambers.
I tripped over the body of a dead Niffler.
I can only assume that the quality of food has gotten to be so poor at Hogwarts that distinguished professors are now forced to forgage for their meals. Or perhaps it was a peace offering from Black.
What James Potter ever saw in Sirius Black is simply beyond me. I'm sure Sirius only tolerates just_harry because of his startling resemblance to his father, right down to the messy hair and lack of pride in his personal appearance.
I must go draft a letter to the Board of Governors now.
At the festival, who should I run into but la_pensee. She's certainly brave enough when surrounded by a crowd of people. It appears that only when she is required to appear on her own that she turns tail and runs off to London. I can now sleep easily at nights, knowing that. The girl is most ill-mannered. For some reason, Severus relented and allowed the girl to come to the festival. I assume the snails they were feeding her in France weren't satisfying her. Nevertheless, I soldiered on with the good grace that is a hallmark of all Malfoys. I appeared at the festival, lantern in hand, and despite what scotchtartan might think, it was perfectly acceptable. I instructed the house-elves to decorate it in the style of Mondrian, and I confess to being quite pleased with the results. Perhaps if I had coated it with catnip it might have met her qualifications.
I, of course, brought a mooncake as well, bearing a cryptic note: "Meet me in the broom closet." I confess to a passing nostalgia at times for my school days. However, as a further indication of the moral turpitude running rampant at Hogwarts, mine read: "Make me feel like a woman, you hot-blooded wizard, you." My thoughts upon receiving this note are unprintable. And, lest anyone ask, Narcissa was unable to attend the festival. Her therapist feels it is best if she avoid groups of people for some time until the medication begins to work.
Draco left me, no doubt to avoid the pawings of the aforementioned Miss Parkinson, so I wandered a bit until I ran into none other than jadedsirius. I reached into my pockets, but, alas, no chew toys were present. I attempted to make conversation with the man, reminiscing about the past, when he became quite unhinged and swung at me! It appears that Lupin is not the only one adversely affected by the full moon. I defended myself, of course, and potions_master arrived with all due dispatch. He took me to his rooms and administered a few potions, attending to my wounds. Black, I'm sure, just crawled off into the Forest to lick his. Severus certainly does have the touch, I must say. He really is quite the mediwizard. A hot bath soon set all to rights, and he can do the most amazing things with bath salts and a loofah. Extraordinary. I spent a most cordial night with Severus, recuperating under his expert care.
I left the next morning. I opened the door to exit Severus' chambers.
I tripped over the body of a dead Niffler.
I can only assume that the quality of food has gotten to be so poor at Hogwarts that distinguished professors are now forced to forgage for their meals. Or perhaps it was a peace offering from Black.
What James Potter ever saw in Sirius Black is simply beyond me. I'm sure Sirius only tolerates just_harry because of his startling resemblance to his father, right down to the messy hair and lack of pride in his personal appearance.
I must go draft a letter to the Board of Governors now.