Internal Affairs
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Apparently, I am not at all popular at Malfoy Manor. My father is still pissed off at me, and I am pissed off at my mother because the moment I arrive home, she cheerfully told me that there was no need for me to go to Beauxbaton anymore since I am, and I quote, 'no longer with the Weasley girl', to which I had unfortunately reacted quite badly, seeing that I wanted to go to Beauxbaton quite badly, and so now my mother is also pissed off at me.
Parents are such strange creatures. The one time I decided to do something along their wishes, they have to throw it back in my face and make it as if it was my fault. If she didn't really want me to go to France, why push that idea at the first place? Now I am the one made to feel like a prat because I have apparently thought that I am old enough to grow wings and leave my poor, lonely mother all alone in England. As if I won't be all alone in France.
So now everything is at a hiatus, and I don't know if I will be in France or England or Indonesia when the summer is over. I'm rather suspecting that my father would very much like to send me all the way to New Zealand to milk the cows and shave the sheep. That would make for some good investment for the family business. Expansion into the dairy and wool industry! Perhaps I should also learn how to knit. Winter clothes industry, here I come! *snorts*
That's the problem with having only two parents. When both are angry with you, there's no one else to talk to at home, except house elves, but Malfoys never make unnecessary conversations with house elves so that's out. And seeing as I'm a little too old to ask for a nanny, I have to be contented with my room, my books, and the mirror. My mirror is rather talkative, thank merlin.
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Apparently, I am not at all popular at Malfoy Manor. My father is still pissed off at me, and I am pissed off at my mother because the moment I arrive home, she cheerfully told me that there was no need for me to go to Beauxbaton anymore since I am, and I quote, 'no longer with the Weasley girl', to which I had unfortunately reacted quite badly, seeing that I wanted to go to Beauxbaton quite badly, and so now my mother is also pissed off at me.
Parents are such strange creatures. The one time I decided to do something along their wishes, they have to throw it back in my face and make it as if it was my fault. If she didn't really want me to go to France, why push that idea at the first place? Now I am the one made to feel like a prat because I have apparently thought that I am old enough to grow wings and leave my poor, lonely mother all alone in England. As if I won't be all alone in France.
So now everything is at a hiatus, and I don't know if I will be in France or England or Indonesia when the summer is over. I'm rather suspecting that my father would very much like to send me all the way to New Zealand to milk the cows and shave the sheep. That would make for some good investment for the family business. Expansion into the dairy and wool industry! Perhaps I should also learn how to knit. Winter clothes industry, here I come! *snorts*
That's the problem with having only two parents. When both are angry with you, there's no one else to talk to at home, except house elves, but Malfoys never make unnecessary conversations with house elves so that's out. And seeing as I'm a little too old to ask for a nanny, I have to be contented with my room, my books, and the mirror. My mirror is rather talkative, thank merlin.
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