You know, she barely says two words to me unless it's 'marry now' (and she has entire lists of socially acceptable and rich pureblood girls and boys, so in a sense I applaud her open-minded-ness), but I finally get her off my back, and what happens? Malfoy apparently goes boy-crazy in the Great Hall to the extent that my mother is writing me about ( Read more... )

I thought I should let all of you know that I had an absolutely fantastic holiday. This was mostly due to causing great affront to my Mum to the point where she was getting out the Who's Who's and pedigree almanacs in the vain (and vague) hope of shacking up with some gorgeous but stupid rich well-bred bint who is liable to restore the Smith ( Read more... )

Come on, pretty boy, time's a-wastin'. Let's put our heads together and get some work done, yeah?