Private Journal Entry
How does the old saying go? En vino, veritas -- In wine, truth. Well, it was whiskey, not wine, but I imagine it was the truth just the same. I can't believe that what happened in the Jazz Club the other night still bothers me so much. I thought we were friends. Closer than friends really, confidantes. But it would seem that I've been played for a fool. It turns out that Remus doesn't think much of me after all. Rather, he thinks that Kingsley's skills are wasted on the likes of me, that I'm a foolish little bint who just likes to prance around like royalty and, worst of all, that I would use him to advance Lucius's political ambitions.
I hear many of these accusations and worse at the Ministry everyday just by virtue of the position I hold and the name that I am marrying into. It rolls off my back at work, but this cut me to the bone. It makes me wonder why a man with such a low opinion of me would bother to be associated with me at all. Perhaps I'm just a home improvement vehicle, eye candy or a necessary evil he has to tolerate. As Draco once reminded me, Gryffindor is the house of bravery, not loyalty.
No matter. Whatever it is, I just have to shake it off and go on. The Ball is tonight and I have to prance around like royalty with a smile on my face. Keeping a smile on my face will be easy if I just remember that once the Ball is over, Draco and I will have more time together. And time with Draco always makes me smile.