Sometimes I Fucking Hate People
I can't believe Narcissa had the audacity to come into my home and tell me how to live my life. Her conclusions were unfounded, and what's worse, they were made from secondhand information. Rabastan is a traitor of a friend, and it will take a lot of explaining on his part before I even entertain the idea of forgiving him.
There is nothing unusual about my behavior when I go out. I like to have a good time...to unwind from my studies and I know how to have fun. I mean, honestly, who doesn't like to have a something with a bit of kick in it every once in a while? Hell, when I do go out...it's only on special occasions. Narcissa doesn't know what she's talking about. She could use a little something to make her lighten up too. Perhaps I will take it upon myself to show her what she's missing. She'll get what's coming to her eventually. I'll see to that.
It's not as though I'm going out and selling drugs like Barty is. I mean, I could be doing a whole hell of a lot worse for fuck's sake. Oh if only she knew. If only she knew how badly I am "disgracing" the Black family name. If only she know what fun I am having doing it. That stupid fucking cunt bitch...damn, she needs to get laid.
Thanks a lot, asshole. I really appreciate you telling Narcissa that I'm a raging alcoholic. As noble and righteous as it was for you to go behind my back and whine to my cousin about my habits, I would've appreciated it if you'd come to me first. You always were good at sticking your fucking nose in other people's business. Well, if you have a problem with me, then consider it mutual. I don't make a habit of keeping the company of blabbermouths.