Eeesch.

Feb 08, 2005 00:48

What kind of previously undefined knob turns down the most eligible man in the country? WHO!

Other than me, that is.

It's enough to make a girl eat herself to death, really it is. The box of fudge and vodka in my underwear draw is coming OUT. And if you're reading this, don't you touch it Baddock. You know I'll fight you to the death for it and you know who'll win.

So I had Dinner at Richard's rah rah rah, father's very handsome and charming, Mother's got a few issues, but hey, she likes me. That's one up on the "YOU HUSSY! RAPE MY SON! BLOSSOM OF HIS YOUTH RAH RAH RAH" mothers of golden times past. Dinner's delicious (if somewhat inhumanely prepared. I swear, their house-elves look fucking miserable and that's usually bloody impossible. Mrs. Z is a very talented woman. to end up with a Husband that good and an army of serfs that scared). He's reinstated, I'm grossly happy for him, he was almost certainly going to get laid, rah rah rah. And then the question.

What a bloody awful question that is. It just seems to spell doom for the majority of couples around here. I mean, look at Star, Blaise, Malcolm; basically all of Slytherin when you think about it. I don't want to ruin it by getting hitched. I'm so sorry, baby. I can't do this to you and me. Really I can't.

So if you're all stickybeaking and wondering why, it's not because I don't love him, it's because I love him.

Sorted.
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