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[People block]
Well that was very odd. Unexpected yet not at all. Father hit me, again. It isn't anything new, really, and not all that shocking but this was one of those uncanny almost unmerited times? I was reclining on my bed in my bedroom when he walked in. Now, the funny thing about these moments is that he never actually looks angry. He always seems a bit cool, calm, and distant. As instructed to since I was old enough to understand, I stood when he entered. It was rather sudden, and before I knew it his fist was sending both my head and self into the nearest wall. And then he turned around and walked out. Those are always the oddest. I know that is bruising, he nearly cracked my jaw and my lip split. Pretty good shape for his age, it's almost commendable. Eitherway, I'll need to cover the bruise and swell with something. I might head over to Narcissa's, I'll admit to her gentle hand in this sort. Satan, but that stings.
[End People Block]
Well besides that minor detail. I did pretty much the same this day. I woke early, felt in the mood for a run and thus indulged that desire. I showered upon my return, ate some breakfast--Mother smashed another bottle of perfume and the elves had been preparing breakfast at the time and thus were delayed in cleaning it. I do not think I'll ever forget that horrible smell and we had to walk around very carefully to avoid stepping on glass--and played chess. And then that small thing slid by. At least I've something to do.
Perhaps better than sitting around with nothing to do? Off to Narcissa. Might engage in that quaint old thing of tossing pebbles at her window, especially because I'd rather not deal with Aunt and Uncle.
Now, End.
Lucius.
Well that was very odd. Unexpected yet not at all. Father hit me, again. It isn't anything new, really, and not all that shocking but this was one of those uncanny almost unmerited times? I was reclining on my bed in my bedroom when he walked in. Now, the funny thing about these moments is that he never actually looks angry. He always seems a bit cool, calm, and distant. As instructed to since I was old enough to understand, I stood when he entered. It was rather sudden, and before I knew it his fist was sending both my head and self into the nearest wall. And then he turned around and walked out. Those are always the oddest. I know that is bruising, he nearly cracked my jaw and my lip split. Pretty good shape for his age, it's almost commendable. Eitherway, I'll need to cover the bruise and swell with something. I might head over to Narcissa's, I'll admit to her gentle hand in this sort. Satan, but that stings.
[End People Block]
Well besides that minor detail. I did pretty much the same this day. I woke early, felt in the mood for a run and thus indulged that desire. I showered upon my return, ate some breakfast--Mother smashed another bottle of perfume and the elves had been preparing breakfast at the time and thus were delayed in cleaning it. I do not think I'll ever forget that horrible smell and we had to walk around very carefully to avoid stepping on glass--and played chess. And then that small thing slid by. At least I've something to do.
Perhaps better than sitting around with nothing to do? Off to Narcissa. Might engage in that quaint old thing of tossing pebbles at her window, especially because I'd rather not deal with Aunt and Uncle.
Now, End.
Lucius.