A revisit to a floo that I haven't seen in over a year
Summer is beginning to disgust me. While the warmth of Greece contained a hint of breeze and plenty of shade, Wiltshire is stuffy and damp and unbearable. At least the Parkinson home is behind us now. When Pansy and I went through her bedroom we discovered that her fireplace floo was still set to land her directly in my old suite of rooms at Malfoy Manor. I found a bit of floo powder in a vase on her desk and we used it to travel to the Manor; while my own home is just as stuffy as Pansy's, the atmosphere is alltogether less eerie than that of the Parkinson home, with those glowing fingerprints and the inescapable scent of death wafting 'round every corner.
Malfoy Manor is empty and unlived in. But as I sit here on my bed I can clearly remember how it was only a few summers ago. Pansy always liked to floo in on nights she could not sleep, and sit like a little owl at the foot of the bed and poke me in the toes with her wand until I woke up and shouted at her.
I miss my Father. I don't care what any of you think about that, either.
Blaise and Millicent Apparated here and we're all camped out in my sitting room with tea and firewhiskey. No one is saying much, but I don't think we need to.
Mister Lestrange, if you're still looking for important muggles to murder, I suggest the Spice Girls.
Their music called out of every muggle club in Santorini, and it made me want to tear my fingernails out.
Malfoy Manor is empty and unlived in. But as I sit here on my bed I can clearly remember how it was only a few summers ago. Pansy always liked to floo in on nights she could not sleep, and sit like a little owl at the foot of the bed and poke me in the toes with her wand until I woke up and shouted at her.
I miss my Father. I don't care what any of you think about that, either.
Blaise and Millicent Apparated here and we're all camped out in my sitting room with tea and firewhiskey. No one is saying much, but I don't think we need to.
Mister Lestrange, if you're still looking for important muggles to murder, I suggest the Spice Girls.
Their music called out of every muggle club in Santorini, and it made me want to tear my fingernails out.