Oct 17, 2002 19:59
Last night I found a large amount of animal hairs in my Tower, along with the sound of trainers quickly running away. Heaven help us if the pupils of Hogwarts are our future.
Then again, the present isn't much better in comparison. Narcissa Malfoy insists upon making her abysmal presence in this "community" known at every opportunity. I suspect that she needs to look at her journal information every day so she can remember that her name is Narcissa and she has a son. Otherwise, I'm rather certain she would forget. You know how those trips where you go off to "find yourself" can be. Often, one who would go off with the pretention of "finding themselves" has little to find besides a masseuse. I'm sure they help to make one forget.
I do wonder if the Malfoys shall be having their annual Hallowe'en "gala" this year. It never fails to entertain me to see Narcissa's attempts at socialisation. I hope that she shall remember to take her valium.
Over our morning cigarette today, Severus and Xiomara revealed that Dumbledore is giving talk of a Hallowe'en ball here at Hogwarts. Fabulous. Albus consistently insists upon my attending these events, as I appear to be "antisocial." I just cannot wait to spend another evening watching the students of Hogwarts attempting to grind together. In costumes, no less.