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The hols have not been very restful thus far. Malfoy Manor is lovely in winter and there are house elves t'attend to every whim and need, but everyone is so painfully serious...Narcissa only wants to talk about weddings, and Lucius only wants to talk about whatever it is he talks about. Politics, I guess. I thought the Christmas party would at least be festive but it was rather sombre in nature as everyone was crowded around t'see some very important guest, acting as if it were old Saint Nick himself. I don't see what was so very impressive about him. He was quite ordinary but for these peculiar eyes, and he kept LOOKING at me even though all I wanted to do was be LEFT ALONE to drink nog by m'self under th'fairylights.
Why doesn't anyone understand that I don't want to be serious yet? I'm only fifteen. I want to do as I please while I still can, but everyone else has their OWN ideas about what I should be doing and whom I should be pleasing, and it seems that what I'm willing t'offer simply isn't enough for SOME people.
Why doesn't anyone understand that I don't want to be serious yet? I'm only fifteen. I want to do as I please while I still can, but everyone else has their OWN ideas about what I should be doing and whom I should be pleasing, and it seems that what I'm willing t'offer simply isn't enough for SOME people.