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It's been a while since I even opened this laptop, let alone opened it with the intention to spill the contents of my mind onto an electronic page. The way I seem to write it, it ends up looking more like the contents of my stomach. However. For all of the curious word-bulimics out there...
Things have been good, but bad. Good overriding the bad in quantity, but not quality. I'm back with Cael, and that's fantastically good. I don't think Lavender has touched a surface in this house without disinfecting it and she'd be wrong to stop now. Narcissa seemed to figure out overnight that I was content again and started sending me owls asking if I was using acid, however she's recently stopped talking to me altogether- I wore one of her cocktail dresses down to dinner in the Manor about a month ago because she said I needed to lose weight again, and I subsequently looked better than her in it. She's incredibly bitter. My father just shielded his eyes and downed the goblet of wine, and told Narcissa that the meal quite enough salt on it without her tears adding to it.
She sent me back to school within the hour and I've been curled up with Cael ever since. The kid is warm, and pretty, and affectionate even if I wake him up in the middle of the night. And he looks good without make-up despite whatever he might say.
A few days ago my father started sending me owls again, asking me to go home to the Manor for a few days despite Narcissa's hostility. And Star has been forced to leave Hogwarts. I have a feeling she'll be back, but probably not for the best of reasons. Her mother has been at the Manor and for no obvious reason, I always thought Hell would freeze over before Fenna and Narcissa worked together on something.
I don't know what it is about this trip back to the Manor but I can't say I'm particularly entertained by the idea. My parents and their friends are used to rather macabre humour, and I don't feel like being the centre of attention right now. Not to mention Narcissa's friends seem intent upon forcing their unmarried daughters [and unmarried for a damned good reason, too, have you seen the temper on that girl with the dark blonde-ish hair, Maghnus? Merlin, I thought I was going to die at her hands just because I mentioned being taken] or worse, forcing themselves upon me. Mmm. Thirty-five-and-a-half-year-old ass. Just what every eighteen year old boy would want sprawled across his lap.
No, no, and NO. Star, I will see you at the Manor.
Lavender, please feed the plant. Please notice the fact that I replaced the Italian shoes it destroyed with the new season black shoes from that ugly catalogue I found shoved on the coffee table.
Things have been good, but bad. Good overriding the bad in quantity, but not quality. I'm back with Cael, and that's fantastically good. I don't think Lavender has touched a surface in this house without disinfecting it and she'd be wrong to stop now. Narcissa seemed to figure out overnight that I was content again and started sending me owls asking if I was using acid, however she's recently stopped talking to me altogether- I wore one of her cocktail dresses down to dinner in the Manor about a month ago because she said I needed to lose weight again, and I subsequently looked better than her in it. She's incredibly bitter. My father just shielded his eyes and downed the goblet of wine, and told Narcissa that the meal quite enough salt on it without her tears adding to it.
She sent me back to school within the hour and I've been curled up with Cael ever since. The kid is warm, and pretty, and affectionate even if I wake him up in the middle of the night. And he looks good without make-up despite whatever he might say.
A few days ago my father started sending me owls again, asking me to go home to the Manor for a few days despite Narcissa's hostility. And Star has been forced to leave Hogwarts. I have a feeling she'll be back, but probably not for the best of reasons. Her mother has been at the Manor and for no obvious reason, I always thought Hell would freeze over before Fenna and Narcissa worked together on something.
I don't know what it is about this trip back to the Manor but I can't say I'm particularly entertained by the idea. My parents and their friends are used to rather macabre humour, and I don't feel like being the centre of attention right now. Not to mention Narcissa's friends seem intent upon forcing their unmarried daughters [and unmarried for a damned good reason, too, have you seen the temper on that girl with the dark blonde-ish hair, Maghnus? Merlin, I thought I was going to die at her hands just because I mentioned being taken] or worse, forcing themselves upon me. Mmm. Thirty-five-and-a-half-year-old ass. Just what every eighteen year old boy would want sprawled across his lap.
No, no, and NO. Star, I will see you at the Manor.
Lavender, please feed the plant. Please notice the fact that I replaced the Italian shoes it destroyed with the new season black shoes from that ugly catalogue I found shoved on the coffee table.