OWLS: Theo, Pansy, Narcissa, Malamute
Date: 25 July, 2001
Characters: Theo, Pansy, Mum, Maladjusted
Status: Private
Summary: Draco misses his friends more than Ron.
Completion: Complete
( To Theodore )
Characters: Theo, Pansy, Mum, Maladjusted
Status: Private
Summary: Draco misses his friends more than Ron.
Completion: Complete
( To Theodore )
Plastic footwear? Does such a thing exist? I confess to having worn rubber footwear, but then they were Ralph Lauren or Gucci or Dolce & Gabbana and I most certainly did not buy them from any department bazaar. (Also, re: Death Eaters, please do have a care about reminding me; I did get the memo re: Harry Potter v. Voldemort.) Do you mean to imply that K & his mart &c are forces of -- quickly, what's the opposite of panache? -- gaucheness? Do let me know if you get some sort of elite K-fighting force together, yeah? I was really quite good with the Special Forces thing, and I've quite a splendid wardrobe built up for that career eventuality.
Please tell me he doesn't wear the plastic footgear with the flannel... Have you considered an intervention? I know Harry doesn't particularly like me, but I would certainly attend and lend support should he ever be willing to try and break the chains that bind him to two-for-ten shirts. (Also, as such, do you mean to imply that he has purchased shirts for 5USD apiece? That's what? A £2 shirt? Those exist? Colour me shocked&dismayed! I had not thought even Potter would stoop to that. Have you spent all his money? Surely not!)
I do recall your pins. You've always had such flair for accessories design. I can't say I'm at all surprised by your consideration of this career path. However, should you send me down the catwalk in nothing but a pin, my excitement for it might prove troublesome. Decency laws and all that, eh wot? I confess though, I'm really just excited at being included in your future even in jest. I know we're mates now and all, but it still gives me a wicked little thrill every time I realise I get to be in on your doings. Call me a sap if you will. I'm not fussed.
Tape Measure Sugar Daddy.
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Perhaps they were rubber. I'm not certain. I didn't get that close to them. They reeked of Muggle chemicals and not in a good way. They offended my eye and so without hesitation, I sent them on to their great reward. Unfortunately, that has proven problematic. When Harry found out about it, he went into a complete spin about it and said rather rude things about my person. Now, I realize that it was likely just a side effect of whatever curse these Marts may have put on him, but I was wounded in any case-- all the more reason why these stores must be ended. Harry even went so far as to consider opening one of his own. Can you imagine?
The Boy Who Bought On Sale.
Or something.
Perhaps I'll owl Bill about some cursebreaking. It's frightening and it simply must be a hex. Surely he can't have such brilliant taste as to be with me, and yet be so let down fashion-wise.
I'd offer to create a pin to alleviate your excitement, but something tells me that wouldn't help you overmuch. (Insert impish grin here.) In a way, I suppose that my little dragon was a pin for your nipple. What a resume I have already!
But no, I would send you down the catwalk in a skirt, at least. Perhaps a rather short one. We'll see.
The Boy Who Wore Cashmere
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