Oh dear Sadalachbia, are the children misbehaving again?
I think detentions would be a nice punishment. You could have them fill scrolls upon scrolls of their deepest secrets until their little hands cramp from the strain.
And then you might have something to read at night.
Of course most of it would probably put you to sleep post haste.
Which might not be a bad thing. Cheaper than firewhiskey.
They were all terrified of me. As they should have been.
No firewhiskey? That is a tragedy of epic proportions.
I am better. My son no longer hates me with a firey passion, but rather has calmed to an indifferent dislike. My husband manages to post in this silly thing from his prison cell so I know he is still alive. And my sister is still torturing people into permanent insanity.
Oh, and Frippy learned a new tune this week. You haven't lived until you've heard the Ring Cycle on the accordion. Wagner is probably rolling over in his grave this very second.
How am I? Bored, mostly. You are kind to stop by and indulge me with conversation.
Frippy and I made for a fine duet, don't you think? Even if my harmonica skills are limited to improvisational folk tunes.
I had noticed that your son is no longer giving people black eyes and deduced that he was regaining his senses, so to speak. As for your husband and sister...well, I know neither except for what I read in the papers. Your sister has a vivid history, it seems. Not to mention her present, which appears equally vivid.
I am bored myself and it's rather nice to see that someone is awake to talk to. I've had a guest for a few days and as much as I enjoy the company, it gets tiring after a while. I shouldn't complain, as I rarely receive guests, but I find myself wishing for a bit of time to myself again.
I wonder when I became such a solitary person?
You and Frippy were brilliant. Next time I shall procure a tambourine and play along.
I cannot fathom where Draco's rage issues come from. I have never lifted my hand to another person in my life, and neither has his father. Must be all those rotten children in that school - such a bad influence on my boy.
My husband has been wrongfully imprisoned, do not listen to what the papers say, for the Prophet is such a muck-raking rag. As for my sister, well...she's very devoted to her work.
You seemed to find the solitude burdensome before, but perhaps you've grown used to it. I know I have. Nothing is more solitary than a tower, they say.
I confess I do not know who "they" are.
Draco is not the only one suffering rage, it seems. The students have been particularly brutal to one another lately. It's quite like being at a sporting event, though as a professor I really should remain neutral rather than cheering for one student over another. Some do have noticably better technique than others, however. Miss Bulstrode, for one, is an absolutely wonderous terror.
I don't take the papers seriously, Narcissa. I accept only that which I see with my own eyes, or procure from trusted sources. I think I can consider you a trusted source by now.
Perhaps the old adage is true, one doesn't know what one has until one has lost it. I am sure I will find the solitude intolerable soon enough.
You are Sadalachbia Sinistra, not Rapunzel, correct? Nothing is preventing you from leaving your tower to find your handsome prince.
I think spring and the impending Easter holiday is setting the young ones off. I remember how horrible late winter was when I was in school. I would have given anything to get out of there, especially when the Gryffindors began to act like complete morons. Well, moreso than they usually did.
Miss Bulstrode gives me hope for the future of Slytherin House.
You are probably one of the few people in the world who trusts me at the moment. I wonder what I have done to deserve such a thing.
If you do, I would be happy to visit, harmonica in tow.
Not Rapunzel. My hair is the wrong colour, for one. And for two...well, finding a handsome prince isn't really one of my priorities.
Spring fever, perhaps? If they're not quarreling they're spouting embarrassing love declarations. I'll be glad when the term comes to an end and I am free to travel.
As for trust, I'm always easily won over by those who possess a keen knowledge of astronomy. Perhaps that's part of it.
I think your hair is a lovely colour. And you are very smart to have better priorities, as most times the handsome prince turns out to be a toad.
Do you have plans for your Easter weekend? I am not sure if Draco plans to be home for the holiday, but if he's decided he's still upset with me I would adore the company.
And speaking of astronomy, of course you managed to watch Comet Hale-Bopp last night? Its closest approach was yesterday. I Apparated to a lovely mountain top in Switzerland to get a nice view.
A toad...yes, I don't care for toads, particularly.
I was planning to grade exams over the Easter weekend, but would love to get away for a day or two. Should I assign Draco so much homework that he feels he should stay at school, just to ensure my invite? That would be rather manipulative of me, wouldn't it? I would have certainly been a Slytherin, had I gone to Hogwarts.
Oh, quite a coincedence! I myself Apparated to the French Alps to watch the comet pass by. The view was spectacular.
Draco would never forgive me if I ruined yet another section of his life, so perhaps the dastardly homework plan is not a very good idea - although you get points for sheer ingenuity.
I think I will invite you anyhow, if he wants to come home, he will. But he had better not complain about seeing one of his professors at the breakfast table.
I think detentions would be a nice punishment. You could have them fill scrolls upon scrolls of their deepest secrets until their little hands cramp from the strain.
And then you might have something to read at night.
Of course most of it would probably put you to sleep post haste.
Which might not be a bad thing. Cheaper than firewhiskey.
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Ah, yes, a sleeping aid. I knew there was a reason I was looking at this abysmal book at such an hour.
I am out of firewhiskey.
How are you?
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No firewhiskey? That is a tragedy of epic proportions.
I am better. My son no longer hates me with a firey passion, but rather has calmed to an indifferent dislike. My husband manages to post in this silly thing from his prison cell so I know he is still alive. And my sister is still torturing people into permanent insanity.
Oh, and Frippy learned a new tune this week. You haven't lived until you've heard the Ring Cycle on the accordion. Wagner is probably rolling over in his grave this very second.
And you?
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Frippy and I made for a fine duet, don't you think? Even if my harmonica skills are limited to improvisational folk tunes.
I had noticed that your son is no longer giving people black eyes and deduced that he was regaining his senses, so to speak. As for your husband and sister...well, I know neither except for what I read in the papers. Your sister has a vivid history, it seems. Not to mention her present, which appears equally vivid.
Hmm. Should I be terrified of you?
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I wonder when I became such a solitary person?
You and Frippy were brilliant. Next time I shall procure a tambourine and play along.
I cannot fathom where Draco's rage issues come from. I have never lifted my hand to another person in my life, and neither has his father. Must be all those rotten children in that school - such a bad influence on my boy.
My husband has been wrongfully imprisoned, do not listen to what the papers say, for the Prophet is such a muck-raking rag. As for my sister, well...she's very devoted to her work.
I don't think you have anything to be afraid of.
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I confess I do not know who "they" are.
Draco is not the only one suffering rage, it seems. The students have been particularly brutal to one another lately. It's quite like being at a sporting event, though as a professor I really should remain neutral rather than cheering for one student over another. Some do have noticably better technique than others, however. Miss Bulstrode, for one, is an absolutely wonderous terror.
I don't take the papers seriously, Narcissa. I accept only that which I see with my own eyes, or procure from trusted sources. I think I can consider you a trusted source by now.
And I don't scare easily, anyway.
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You are Sadalachbia Sinistra, not Rapunzel, correct? Nothing is preventing you from leaving your tower to find your handsome prince.
I think spring and the impending Easter holiday is setting the young ones off. I remember how horrible late winter was when I was in school. I would have given anything to get out of there, especially when the Gryffindors began to act like complete morons. Well, moreso than they usually did.
Miss Bulstrode gives me hope for the future of Slytherin House.
You are probably one of the few people in the world who trusts me at the moment. I wonder what I have done to deserve such a thing.
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Not Rapunzel. My hair is the wrong colour, for one. And for two...well, finding a handsome prince isn't really one of my priorities.
Spring fever, perhaps? If they're not quarreling they're spouting embarrassing love declarations. I'll be glad when the term comes to an end and I am free to travel.
As for trust, I'm always easily won over by those who possess a keen knowledge of astronomy. Perhaps that's part of it.
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Do you have plans for your Easter weekend? I am not sure if Draco plans to be home for the holiday, but if he's decided he's still upset with me I would adore the company.
And speaking of astronomy, of course you managed to watch Comet Hale-Bopp last night? Its closest approach was yesterday. I Apparated to a lovely mountain top in Switzerland to get a nice view.
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I was planning to grade exams over the Easter weekend, but would love to get away for a day or two. Should I assign Draco so much homework that he feels he should stay at school, just to ensure my invite? That would be rather manipulative of me, wouldn't it? I would have certainly been a Slytherin, had I gone to Hogwarts.
Oh, quite a coincedence! I myself Apparated to the French Alps to watch the comet pass by. The view was spectacular.
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Draco would never forgive me if I ruined yet another section of his life, so perhaps the dastardly homework plan is not a very good idea - although you get points for sheer ingenuity.
I think I will invite you anyhow, if he wants to come home, he will. But he had better not complain about seeing one of his professors at the breakfast table.
If he does, you have my permission to jinx him.
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Draco and I get along quite well, however. And he does know who gives him his marks, so perhaps he will not object too much.
Thank you for the invitation, Narcissa.
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If you mean Ms Bulstrode, yes, she is amazingly terrifying.
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