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[blondenarcissa]

It is taxing being as in demand socially as I am but I somehow manage time and again to balance my schedule with my usual grace and aplomb. The past two weeks have been simply abounding with appointments here and there. I've been Apparating, Flooing, and Portkeying so much that I fear I shall have to travel to my Cretian retreat with Gunther for

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[potterstinks]

Isn't Avianca Travers the woman I turned into an ant?

I prefer burgundy to puce, Mother. As you can see, it would be quite odd if I wore the same colour robes as Mrs Nott in any case, so I suppose it's a moot point.

I hope you enjoy the funeral.

Your son,
Draco

[blondenarcissa]

Why yes, darling, she is. Every now and again she does something particularly buggy and I am reminded of your cleverness with your wand.

It would indeed be odd as it would be if I were to do the same. Fortunately, we are far too fashionable to make such a mistake.

As much as one can enjoy a funerary event.

Love,
Mother

[potterstinks]

Still, I don't suppose I'd like it very much if Nott began calling me 'Mother' by mistake.

Ought I to send my regards to Mrs Rosier? I can't recall if I've ever met her, though I do think I'd remember someone with a husband called Vortimax.

[blondenarcissa]

No, I don't suppose you would. I don't know how he could mistake you, though, as you do not have gapped teeth and crow's feet.

It would be the polite thing to do, dear. She was your tutor for perhaps two weeks many years ago. She accidentally got a spot of ink on your robe cuff and your father promptly let go of her.

[potterstinks]

If that's the case, I shan't be overly verbose in my thoughtful gesture. After all, just because she's a widow, that's not an excuse for abuse. I do remember now, though I'd clearly blocked the memory out due to the trauma of it, as I think she did it on purpose, actually.

[blondenarcissa]

It was rather traumatizing, wasn't it, darling? Cashmere is quite difficult to charm clean.

[potterstinks]

Well, I dare say she paid for it in the end.

[blondenarcissa]

Well said, my Little Dragon.