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Horrible night it was last night, hardly had any rest at all. It certainly does not do any good for me to develop these unsightly black rings under my frames, with age catching up. I suppose this is what happens when you are not one of those prima donna portraits where everyone fawns over. Especially those who have even the Muggles preserving their canvas for some silly reason. Just a simple suggestive smile and she has those ignorant Muggles treating her like a treasure.
Now, really.
Lisa was one of the reasons why I hardly slept a wink last night, which resulted in me losing my temper at the poor dear, I believe his name is Neville, who had to go in and out of the dorms seven times, no less, to find his book bag. My apologies, love. Lisa dropped by in the middle of the night, when all respectable portraits should either be sleeping or guarding passwords, to "have a chat". Adding to my annoyance, Lisa insisted that I call her "Mona", while she took the liberty to shorten my name to "Fat". Clearly, all that fame and unjustified pampering is not doing much for her manners.
By "having a chat", of course, she meant to drop by and blatantly requests an invitation to the tea party I am throwing on the night of the Bleu Ball. How I loathe the grapevine of the portraits world, nothing can be kept a secret around here. Especially not with paintings like Mona around. Ah, do not be deceived by her quiet smile. I have it on good authority that the saying "a picture paints a thousand words" is a tribute to her. However, being as gracious as I am, I could hardly decline her less than clever disguised plea for an invitation. Although, I must say, the thought of having her at a tea party with that elusive smile of hers plastered over her face, is enough to make me fray at the edges. Merlin help us all.
The conversation was, thankfully, interrupted at that moment by a terribly obnoxious blond boy who came pounding and yelling at me to be let in. Without a password! How horribly rude! Mister Potter came back to the dorms just as the offensive pointy-face boy was threatening to shred me into pieces. Unfortunately, the yelling got worse as both boys proceeded to snarl at each other. Such acts of violence certainly would not have been tolerated during the good old days. Tsk tsk.
Mona Lisa then suggested we "continue our chat" back at the Louvre because the Muggles would throw a fit if they found her missing, when really it was nothing but a one-sided conversation. However, all that din the two boys were making was giving me a canvas-splitting headache and thus I agreed to accompany her back to the Louvre. After an hour or so of listening to her fascinating tales, I decided it would be more entertaining to watch dust settle and so I took my leave.
Lo and behold, Mister Potter and the rude little blond boy were still having their shouting match, not sparing a thought for my desire for some much deserved rest. Thank Merlin the chaos didn't last too long and Mister Potter shouted the password at me (now really, was that necessary?) and all was quiet once again. Unfortunately, it was also time for me to wake up.
Thusly, if no one minds too much, I would like to enjoy a few hours of luxury rest right now.
Now, really.
Lisa was one of the reasons why I hardly slept a wink last night, which resulted in me losing my temper at the poor dear, I believe his name is Neville, who had to go in and out of the dorms seven times, no less, to find his book bag. My apologies, love. Lisa dropped by in the middle of the night, when all respectable portraits should either be sleeping or guarding passwords, to "have a chat". Adding to my annoyance, Lisa insisted that I call her "Mona", while she took the liberty to shorten my name to "Fat". Clearly, all that fame and unjustified pampering is not doing much for her manners.
By "having a chat", of course, she meant to drop by and blatantly requests an invitation to the tea party I am throwing on the night of the Bleu Ball. How I loathe the grapevine of the portraits world, nothing can be kept a secret around here. Especially not with paintings like Mona around. Ah, do not be deceived by her quiet smile. I have it on good authority that the saying "a picture paints a thousand words" is a tribute to her. However, being as gracious as I am, I could hardly decline her less than clever disguised plea for an invitation. Although, I must say, the thought of having her at a tea party with that elusive smile of hers plastered over her face, is enough to make me fray at the edges. Merlin help us all.
The conversation was, thankfully, interrupted at that moment by a terribly obnoxious blond boy who came pounding and yelling at me to be let in. Without a password! How horribly rude! Mister Potter came back to the dorms just as the offensive pointy-face boy was threatening to shred me into pieces. Unfortunately, the yelling got worse as both boys proceeded to snarl at each other. Such acts of violence certainly would not have been tolerated during the good old days. Tsk tsk.
Mona Lisa then suggested we "continue our chat" back at the Louvre because the Muggles would throw a fit if they found her missing, when really it was nothing but a one-sided conversation. However, all that din the two boys were making was giving me a canvas-splitting headache and thus I agreed to accompany her back to the Louvre. After an hour or so of listening to her fascinating tales, I decided it would be more entertaining to watch dust settle and so I took my leave.
Lo and behold, Mister Potter and the rude little blond boy were still having their shouting match, not sparing a thought for my desire for some much deserved rest. Thank Merlin the chaos didn't last too long and Mister Potter shouted the password at me (now really, was that necessary?) and all was quiet once again. Unfortunately, it was also time for me to wake up.
Thusly, if no one minds too much, I would like to enjoy a few hours of luxury rest right now.