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It's very good to be back. I was inside that thing for nearly a month, and when the Ravenclaws got it to spit us all out I smelled decidedly like stomach acid for a couple days, but I am nicely floral scented now, so I think everything turned out fine.
As for Chri the holidays, those were nice too, if not sort of tense. My aunt was over and making disparaging remarks about Muggle-borns the whole time. While my parents are still unhappy with my choice of Justin, they at least have accepted that despite the fact that he's Muggle-born, he's rather remarkable. They've chosen not to tell the rest of our extended family though (honestly, I'd probably be burned off the family tree), so my aunt had no idea why I got so angry with her on Chri, uh, the 25th of December. (WHY CAN'T I SAY THAT WORD, THIS IS VERY FRUSTRATING) I really wanted to tell her, to rub it in her face. "I'm in love with a Muggle-born boy, and you can't do anything about it!" But I would probably be on the Knight Bus right now if I had. My parents may tolerate my choice, but they're not going to tolerate my sullying of their own good name.
Dealing with my extended family has always been difficult, as most of them are older and stuffy and not really willing to admit that anything in the world has changed since 1723, but now it's even worse because at least before their insults towards Muggle-borns didn't affect me, the only one I really knew at all was Granger and my family can gladly insult that hussy. But I am so offended.
Draco, if you say anything mean to me about this, I swear I'll hex you into next week. I'm sick of your snide little comments as well. I don't understand why we can't go back to being friends. Is dating a Muggle-born really enough to ruin our friendship? Was it really based on something so shallow in the first place?
If this is what being a Pureblood entails, perhaps I don't want to be a Pureblood anymore.
As for Chri the holidays, those were nice too, if not sort of tense. My aunt was over and making disparaging remarks about Muggle-borns the whole time. While my parents are still unhappy with my choice of Justin, they at least have accepted that despite the fact that he's Muggle-born, he's rather remarkable. They've chosen not to tell the rest of our extended family though (honestly, I'd probably be burned off the family tree), so my aunt had no idea why I got so angry with her on Chri, uh, the 25th of December. (WHY CAN'T I SAY THAT WORD, THIS IS VERY FRUSTRATING) I really wanted to tell her, to rub it in her face. "I'm in love with a Muggle-born boy, and you can't do anything about it!" But I would probably be on the Knight Bus right now if I had. My parents may tolerate my choice, but they're not going to tolerate my sullying of their own good name.
Dealing with my extended family has always been difficult, as most of them are older and stuffy and not really willing to admit that anything in the world has changed since 1723, but now it's even worse because at least before their insults towards Muggle-borns didn't affect me, the only one I really knew at all was Granger and my family can gladly insult that hussy. But I am so offended.
Draco, if you say anything mean to me about this, I swear I'll hex you into next week. I'm sick of your snide little comments as well. I don't understand why we can't go back to being friends. Is dating a Muggle-born really enough to ruin our friendship? Was it really based on something so shallow in the first place?
If this is what being a Pureblood entails, perhaps I don't want to be a Pureblood anymore.