| One of those 'humored' moments ... |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|02:21 am] |
Oh, this is rich.
I just received a letter from Hogwarts. Mother was terrified they were going to reject my return ... especially after the fiasco at Diagon Alley. Quite the contrary, you see. I, Draco Malfoy ( the young man who had to flee it due to attempted murder, mind you ... ), have not only been invited back to Hogwarts but welcomed back as Head Boy for the Slytherin House. Mother was thrilled and so was I. Father thinks it is a perfect opportunity to build up our name from here and I couldn't agree with him more. It is the right chance to show ourselves as improved, upscale citizens of the wizarding world despite the immensely large black smudge on our reputation these days. Though, they both seem to think I'll be easily forgiven due to my age. Poor luck for them, I suppose. I can make them proud.
As I was saying about the trip to Diagon Alley. The Malfoys are quite accustomed to nasty looks but, Merlin, you couldn't imagine the venom spewed in our direction. I had to admit that it was almost funny and degrating. Mother didn't share the same opinion, however. Nor did Father. It was the first time any of us have left the Manor since the Dark Lord's death. Mother has just now seemed to be coping with Aunt Bella's death. Bleeding hell, it was bound to happen. The bird was so batty towards the end we would have had to check her in the same room as the Longbottom's if she were here. I'll miss her cackle.
Nevermind that dull topic ...
As a reward for making Head Boy, Mother says she is going to buy me a new broom for Quiddich. The one I have now is fine but I suppose another will do for my outstanding achievements as a son. Father is equally please. I am still waiting on his present.
I still haven't heard from anyone. Ruddy friends they are.
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| It's decided ... |
[Aug. 4th, 2008|03:47 pm] |
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Well, my blasted mother has seemed to twisting things into obtaining whatever she wishes once again. Yes, she is forcing me to go back and attend that dreadful school to better my education. Like it really needs to be "bettered" as it is. I could take care of myself, my family ... I could do it all on my own. I survived, didn't I? Nevermind that, now. It's done. Final. At least that was how she put it to me. Only three days ago my father was completely on my side but she managed to sink her teeth in him again.
Though, I suppose she could be thinking in my best interests.
I have to go back to the very place many of my friend's families would never even think about sending their children to again. It's been a while since I have heard word from anyone, really. Not even Pansy. It makes you wonder ... no, nevermind. It doesn't make you wonder. It makes everything absalutely clear as to the placement of your friends and yourself.
Merlin, things are going to get interesting at that bloody castle. Let's see how a trip to Diagon Alley will go tomorrow.
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