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My father implores that I return to the British Isles at once as he insists I have seen neither him nor Mother in six years. I fail to see why I should give up my hols to spend them with family as I am in fact a fully grown adult despite my youthful appearance and do not wish to spend the summer with four sisters and their various smelly offspring. Thus I remain in Canada and out of the gossip loop. Rosmerta was intended to owl me and keep me up on things but it seems working around alcohol tends to make a woman forgetful. Odd.
I do see Narcissa Malfoy has not posted her requisite 32 entries for the week which is saddening as the weight of balance may collapse without her mass to hold it down.
This is very boring much like the entries displayed on my required friends page. I am only trying to fall asleep so I suppose I will venture into Lupin's journal. If that does not work I am assured that the Miniature Malfoy will do the trick. Alas my ear is now ringing.
I ran into a hag in Guelph who informed me that my time had come and then proceeded to attempt to sell me a used pensieve. Unfortunately it belonged to no one of interest so I decided that it was worthless much like everything else in this forsaken country. There is a bizarre sex shop on Queen Street in Toronto which seems to think that plastic is the new black. I do not understand why Muggles have an affinity for wearing plastic and since my father is a Muggle I replied to his latest post inquiring. Sadly he has not replied.
I have a sneaking suspicion that if I attempt to avoid Dumbledore's birthday bash which is being held at Dogear Wryde for no reason that I can see at all I shall find myself inexplicably drawn to it regardless as Albus does not take rejection well. The last time I avoided his birthday gala he gave me socks for Christmas with coal in the toes.
Perhaps Minerva will get pissed this year. This is a beacon of hope.
I do see Narcissa Malfoy has not posted her requisite 32 entries for the week which is saddening as the weight of balance may collapse without her mass to hold it down.
This is very boring much like the entries displayed on my required friends page. I am only trying to fall asleep so I suppose I will venture into Lupin's journal. If that does not work I am assured that the Miniature Malfoy will do the trick. Alas my ear is now ringing.
I ran into a hag in Guelph who informed me that my time had come and then proceeded to attempt to sell me a used pensieve. Unfortunately it belonged to no one of interest so I decided that it was worthless much like everything else in this forsaken country. There is a bizarre sex shop on Queen Street in Toronto which seems to think that plastic is the new black. I do not understand why Muggles have an affinity for wearing plastic and since my father is a Muggle I replied to his latest post inquiring. Sadly he has not replied.
I have a sneaking suspicion that if I attempt to avoid Dumbledore's birthday bash which is being held at Dogear Wryde for no reason that I can see at all I shall find myself inexplicably drawn to it regardless as Albus does not take rejection well. The last time I avoided his birthday gala he gave me socks for Christmas with coal in the toes.
Perhaps Minerva will get pissed this year. This is a beacon of hope.