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Here I thought I was quite the catch! At least we'll have each other, eh? We could always sneak out and see Ron.
Really, Hermione, you need to take a breather. You are wound up tighter than a bloody mattress spring! Listen, if you want me to make sure you're awake, I'm sure I could think of... something.
Well done with Head Girl! As if any of us really thought anyone else would get it. Certainly not that cow Parkinson.
As for your parents, I think they just need a bit of time to adjust--unless they're as highstrung as you, in which case they might need a few bottles of firewhiskey(what liquor do muggles drink, exactly?) to ease their nerves.
If you want any company to go to Diagon Alley before the year, I'm sure Mum and I would love to have you join us. It would be brill. Oh, and please, please, please visit the Burrow. Please.
I just can't miss the train! What a way to start off the year. I'm sure it would only be a preview of what was to come! I just can't have that sort of year! It's my final year!
Oh, and thank you about the Head Girl thing. I was ever so pleased with that news! Even my parents were pleased.
They've started to warm back up to the whole idea of me going back to school. I know it'll get better, but it's just hard now. Tensions can run a bit high in the house. I just wish they understood that this is my world now. My parents really aren't drinkers, but I think if they ever heard me say that they might turn to it.
I'll owl you to let you know about Diagon Alley. I'll see if I can break away! I'd love to see you and your mum. It's been ages and I miss everyone terribly!
I'd watch who I was calling a cow, Weaselette. So much for your kind the "Light side" and its hollow lip-service of nondiscrimination. And maturity!
(Bloody bint. Has Potter finished with his victory lap around your well-traveled Quidditch pitch?)
I'd keep an eye on how far up your own arse your head is buried, Parkinson. I mean, who would condescendingly look down their nose at you or stick their nose so high in the air that it gave you a crick in the neck if it should get stuck?
(Bite me, you bloody tart. I don't think you should bring Harry into this. After all, isn't your precious serpent Malfoy a little too busy squaring away some business before he bothers to pay you any mind?)
Didn't your mum ever tell you? Don't throw stones from glass...hovels. | |