Sort of Public - Private to Potter - Private to the Golden Trio - March 19, 2000
So, I've received an invitation to a gala. I haven't been to anything like that in years. I'm not sure I'm up to going now, really. I'm more of a solitary being in my old age. Still, is anyone I can tolerate moderately planning on going? If I do show up, I want to at least know I won't be forced to stand by myself all night like an idiot.
Seriously, are you going to this thing? Seems ridiculous to me and another chance for you to brandish your authority and bad attitude around by refusing to go. I think I might join you in that. Again.
Merlin, I'm like your pet dog or something.
With better hair.
Since Potter finally got around to asking me to move in with him (You're such a dear, Harry), I figured there were a few things to set straight before taking such an important step. Namely that I don't cook and I hate bananas.
I suppose the cooking part isn't accurate. Zak showed me how to use one of those toastywhatsits so I can toast bread well enough. Don't let me near a stove though. Someone could seriously get hurt.
Oh, and I hate the color red. So, you know, no red upholstery or walls or anything in the public rooms. If you three want to tacky up your own bedrooms, fine. You'd do a good job with it, I'm sure.