Issues of conspiracy related to House Elves, and notes on Defence
To whomever has been outfitting my House Elf in various items of clothing, I am not amused. In my past few visits to Professor Malfoy and Professor Sinistra's quarters I have found Frippy wearing: a lacy bib, a fringed and beaded scarf in aubergine and turquoise silk, a pair of cuban-heeled stockings with matching garters, a large feathered hat, an argyle dickie, and a kilt. I was particularly offended by the kilt. Frippy is not Scottish.
At this moment I'd like to address the culprit directly and point out that Frippy, unlike common House Elves, is very special and has served my Mother for over twenty years. You may think yourself exceedingly clever to covertly slip natty little garments on her during your detentions, but if you think that makes her 'free', you're both profoundly mistaken as well as an utter fool. Frippy would rather die than not serve the Malfoy family, as is proven by the fact that she has remained in Professor Malfoy's quarters despite your numerous attempts to doll her up in the name of House Elf rights.
On other subjects, I felt today's Defence lesson was exciting and apropos, given this school's history. And for those of you who were whinging about safety, I'd only like to remind you of not-Professor Moody's lessons on Unforgivable curses.
I was a little confused by some of the results of the lesson, however; when Pansy and I were in the queue behind Millicent and Blaise, I could have sworn that it was Millicent who volunteered to look in the box. How do you explain what followed, Blaise? Not that it wasn't amusing. It was hilarious, in fact. But on that note, how do you explain the fact that you're using all the time you've booked on the pitch for chatting up the flying Professor, instead of finessing your flying skills? Don't think of me as interrogating you; think of me as simply attending to a Captain's duties.
At this moment I'd like to address the culprit directly and point out that Frippy, unlike common House Elves, is very special and has served my Mother for over twenty years. You may think yourself exceedingly clever to covertly slip natty little garments on her during your detentions, but if you think that makes her 'free', you're both profoundly mistaken as well as an utter fool. Frippy would rather die than not serve the Malfoy family, as is proven by the fact that she has remained in Professor Malfoy's quarters despite your numerous attempts to doll her up in the name of House Elf rights.
On other subjects, I felt today's Defence lesson was exciting and apropos, given this school's history. And for those of you who were whinging about safety, I'd only like to remind you of not-Professor Moody's lessons on Unforgivable curses.
I was a little confused by some of the results of the lesson, however; when Pansy and I were in the queue behind Millicent and Blaise, I could have sworn that it was Millicent who volunteered to look in the box. How do you explain what followed, Blaise? Not that it wasn't amusing. It was hilarious, in fact. But on that note, how do you explain the fact that you're using all the time you've booked on the pitch for chatting up the flying Professor, instead of finessing your flying skills? Don't think of me as interrogating you; think of me as simply attending to a Captain's duties.