I'm not okay
Sky,
You asked me to owl you, 'every day', as I recall, so I am. I've been here little more than two days and it's driving me insane. I can't wait to get away from here, to the Malfoy's. ha. I never thought i'd say that, really - not in light of recent events, but apparently Lucius and Narcissa are 'keen' for me to go to stay with them.
Sound ominous to me, but then again, so does the fact that my mother and Narcissa are getting along. Perhaps Draco is simply winding me up, because I honestly can't see that happening - not in a million years.
Draco agrees that we need to speak when he comes up to the Manor this weekend. I didn't expect that - I wonder what he wants to talk about, with me? I know he doesn't consider me completely insane - what little i've told him, he's treated at least moderately seriously, but never the less - it seems odd that he should want to go out of his way to discuss things with me. I wonder what all that is about.
Mr. Parkinson has been keeping out of my way. He's been busy with 'things'. I have no idea what 'things' these might be, but at least it means he isn't paying all that much attention to me. We eat meals together, sometimes (not if I can avoid it). Usually he comments what a stupid, reckless thing it was to go around 'shooting my mouth off to ridiculous, overly sensitive mentally challenged individuals such as Lavender Brown', and I know he isn't happy with my expulsion. He realises that i'm drawing attention to things that needn't have attention drawn to them, just now. The Daily Prophet has already called twice asking for me to make a statement.
I'm not making any statements. I've gone far enough, for the time being...I still don't know who to trust. I don't think I can even trust you, Skylar. This makes me sad.
Oh, I thought you ought to know - you no doubt noticed that by the time you woke up, the other morning, I was gone. I didn't sleep very well at all - I got up at about five o'clock, and I went to see Professor Snape. I wanted to talk to him about my expulsion - and find some way to let him know what was going on with The Tree of Knowledge, without, as Miss Weasley puts it, 'having my insides devoured by demons'. I was rather surprised, you see, that he backed up Dumbledore so completely when the question of my removal from the school came up. I had expected him to...well, I don't know. I suppose it was never as though I was his favorite student.
That may have changed now, though. Heh.
Skylar, i'm sorry I didn't say goodbye before I left, but the fact was, I was shagging Professor Snape ....sleeping with Severus ....having the time of my life? ....
Hm, this is harder than I thought it would be.
Professor Snape and I had sex.
...I don't really know what else to say, or how else to explain that, so I think i'll leave it at that.
Write back to me. It's dreadfully dull here.
Love,
Star.
Manor is ridiculously dull.
Waiting for Thursday, when I get to bugger off to Malfoy Manor for a bit. Mother owled me from there letting me know that Narcissa and Lucius, especially, were keen to talk to me.
That's never a good thing. I'm not sure I want either of them to be 'keen to talk to me'. I'm sure anything they have to say is far from pleasant. In addition, they're playing host to a gaggle of purebloods at the moment - cousins, distant cousins, aunts, uncles, annoying, acne ridden teenage boys...
Brilliant.
I can't wait.
No, really.
Kill me now
Fortunately, however, since being home, I haven't heard a single voice in my head. I haven't felt watched. In fact, i've felt the best I have in a long, long time, since Professor Snape and I...
Dear Professor Snape ....Dear Severus ...Snape - ....
Oh fuck this.
I give up.
Owl not sent.