Aug 23, 2005 22:32
Today I was woken from my post-Advanced-Transfiguration-of-Small-Wooden-Objects-into-Other-Small-Wooden-Objects Of-Nearly-The-Same-Description lie down, by a large, extrememly angry Barn Owl holding a Howler in its similarly angry talons, battering around my very delicate and sleepy head.
The Howler was from my Father, who was, quite surprisingly, extremely angry. I wondered what on the Dark Lord's black earth he could possibly be angry at ME for. I mean, me! Of course, as it turns out, he wasn't.
He is upset with her.
It seems that she ran off to meet "that merda Hufflepuff!" when she was supposed to be Flooing home for a holiday with the Castellani family. (Father has such high hopes for her and the Castellani family's son, Sergio, which rather puts me off because what does he think will become of me? Also, I think he'd have a better chance marrying me off to the young Sergio, but that is another story entirely.)
What intrigues me the most about his tirade was the references to a recent jaunt she made with The Hufflepuff to some remote third-world country. He was exceedingly proud of her for her successful "taking over of" said country, the New Republic of Grindelow. Even if it was with The Hufflepuff. And the "poor, mad boy who fancies red-heads". He hoped she took her "new prestigious position" seriously, but she shouldn't neglect her studies nor her duty to her family. He demanded she return home immediately to explain.
He went on, of course, but I do have a question now. For YOU, Hufflepuff:
WHERE'S MY CITY-STATE????? I HAVE RIGHTS, YOU KNOW!
I DEMAND MY TITLE! I DEMAND A VERY VERY VERY GENEROUS PORTION OF LAND TO RULE WITH MY IRON FIST! I HELPED TAKE OVER THAT PLACE! I WAS SORT OF THERE! I DEMAND TO HEAR FROM YOU IMMEDIATELY!
GIVE IT TO ME!!!!GIVE ME MY LAND!!
Tzar Zabini has spoken.