I'm actually having a good week.
Happy belated birthday, Draco darling! I have set up the flat so you could come have a nice stay.
I am thinking of taking a leave of absence from Hogwarts as well, but I would be bored to death at the flat all by myself.
I don't want to go to the family estate in York, nor the summer home in Vienna either. So that leaves me with one thing: I could Apparate to nowhere in particular and see what happens.
On a different note, I enjoyed myself immensely at the party at the flat a couple of weekends back.I am queen of many brilliant ideas, and I believe the party was one of those. Hello, people. It was a very novel experience, doing nothing and everything at the same time. It was a do-anything sort of thing, so nobody minded when I slipped upstairs to take a particular fire-call from a particular someone. I haven't seen him in months, let alone spoken to him, so I was surprised that he cared that I did not invite him for the weekend. Apparently, a little red-haired witch told him about my party. Hmm.
What is it about men and relationships? I've never really had any decent actual relationships, so I never really minded that I barely knew my boyfriend anymore. Then he comes barreling in with all these issues and demands and all that bloody crap about caring, and I was actually expected to react.
I was pissed and I don't know what else, sad, maybe, so I went back to the party to have some cake and ice cream and watch the Muggle telly with Thomas (I never thought that'd happen).
There was a lot of dancing, laughing, singing, goofing around (thanks, Fred, George), and I actually had a conversation with Edgecombe about good men and other magical creatures. And there was minimal alcohol intake. I never thought I'd enjoy myself like that while I was sober. Ha.
There's a tea party at the flat for Draco this weekend. You lot can come over if you like. Bring some goods! Pansy, don't forget to get those chocolate cakes for our birthday boy.
I am thinking of taking a leave of absence from Hogwarts as well, but I would be bored to death at the flat all by myself.
I don't want to go to the family estate in York, nor the summer home in Vienna either. So that leaves me with one thing: I could Apparate to nowhere in particular and see what happens.
On a different note, I enjoyed myself immensely at the party at the flat a couple of weekends back.I am queen of many brilliant ideas, and I believe the party was one of those. Hello, people. It was a very novel experience, doing nothing and everything at the same time. It was a do-anything sort of thing, so nobody minded when I slipped upstairs to take a particular fire-call from a particular someone. I haven't seen him in months, let alone spoken to him, so I was surprised that he cared that I did not invite him for the weekend. Apparently, a little red-haired witch told him about my party. Hmm.
What is it about men and relationships? I've never really had any decent actual relationships, so I never really minded that I barely knew my boyfriend anymore. Then he comes barreling in with all these issues and demands and all that bloody crap about caring, and I was actually expected to react.
I was pissed and I don't know what else, sad, maybe, so I went back to the party to have some cake and ice cream and watch the Muggle telly with Thomas (I never thought that'd happen).
There was a lot of dancing, laughing, singing, goofing around (thanks, Fred, George), and I actually had a conversation with Edgecombe about good men and other magical creatures. And there was minimal alcohol intake. I never thought I'd enjoy myself like that while I was sober. Ha.
There's a tea party at the flat for Draco this weekend. You lot can come over if you like. Bring some goods! Pansy, don't forget to get those chocolate cakes for our birthday boy.