From Italy to Scotland
After a dreary summer spent, as most witches of my age and status, being ferried from luncheon to tea party to ball to cocktails before the opera I am exhausted and relieved to be back at school. Trixie was an absolute nightmare this summer, she spent the whole time complaining and stealing my robes, dressing herself up and putting on makeup in a puerile attempt at being "Grown-up". Mother dragged her along with us and just left her with the other "children" I believe this was slightly unfair because if I have to suffer the tortures of "society" then surely Trixie at the grand old age of 15 (nearly marriagable) should be allowed to suffer them with me. I'll mention it to Mother in my next letter, Trixie will be delighted.
In my opinion Italy didn't have much to offer in the way of suitable husbands or suitable society. There are only so many operas you can go to before they all end up sounding the same, especially when the people you are with insist on talking all the way through, and it's not even intelligent conversation about the opera in question they are merely distracting you to tell you that your eyes are pretty! Italian wizards seem to lack a certain Je ne sais quoi...They aren't half as "gentlemanly" as they should be and seem to think that anything in a dress is worth a second glance.
Speaking of dresses I got some beautiful clothes which was one benefit of the entire trip, Mother must have spent a small fortune - several small fortunes in the fashion houses but one needs some sort of compensation for enduring 6 weeks of society hell. I got some lovely robes for school, I find Italian robes to be of much better quality than the ones in Britain.
I was trapped in the prefect's carriage on the train and didn't really speak to anyone, I just read my book and pretending to be asleep once we were past Newcastle as there was hardly anyone worth conversing with. At dinner I caught up with Malcolm which was lovely, I'd forgotten how much I'd missed his company. Unfortunately Malcolm is so busy this term that he's unable to tutor Trixie in transfiguration, so CJ has kindly offered to help her instead. I think this is very generous of him to help out a fellow housemate and so I've rewarded him with 10 points to Slytherin.
And now I have to attend the first prefect's meeting of the year, everyone is very confused and seem to be under the impression that Terry Boot is head boy - whilst he was an obvious choice he is not in fact head boy this year and possibly the constant reminder of his failure might break any hold he has on his sanity.
In my opinion Italy didn't have much to offer in the way of suitable husbands or suitable society. There are only so many operas you can go to before they all end up sounding the same, especially when the people you are with insist on talking all the way through, and it's not even intelligent conversation about the opera in question they are merely distracting you to tell you that your eyes are pretty! Italian wizards seem to lack a certain Je ne sais quoi...They aren't half as "gentlemanly" as they should be and seem to think that anything in a dress is worth a second glance.
Speaking of dresses I got some beautiful clothes which was one benefit of the entire trip, Mother must have spent a small fortune - several small fortunes in the fashion houses but one needs some sort of compensation for enduring 6 weeks of society hell. I got some lovely robes for school, I find Italian robes to be of much better quality than the ones in Britain.
I was trapped in the prefect's carriage on the train and didn't really speak to anyone, I just read my book and pretending to be asleep once we were past Newcastle as there was hardly anyone worth conversing with. At dinner I caught up with Malcolm which was lovely, I'd forgotten how much I'd missed his company. Unfortunately Malcolm is so busy this term that he's unable to tutor Trixie in transfiguration, so CJ has kindly offered to help her instead. I think this is very generous of him to help out a fellow housemate and so I've rewarded him with 10 points to Slytherin.
And now I have to attend the first prefect's meeting of the year, everyone is very confused and seem to be under the impression that Terry Boot is head boy - whilst he was an obvious choice he is not in fact head boy this year and possibly the constant reminder of his failure might break any hold he has on his sanity.