10. Damn Hippies
I really hate the festival. It takes me almost a half hour just to get down the Alley from the Leaky Cauldron. Sometimes longer. Nearly got fired for being two hours late the first day of the festival >.< some fucking clown shot a confundus hex at me. Shoulda torn his damn throat out.
Though it has been nice. It's not just Diagon Alley that's overly busy. Got tipped six galleons just for getting a guy his drink in under three minutes. Life is good.
[[Private,
Hackable to Friends or the extremely ambitious who don't mind getting hunted down by a pissed off Dwayne]]
Ungrateful Whelp,
Imagine my immense shock at discovering that you would not be returning home for the summer. I heard from a dear friend that you forged my signature and sullied my name with your foul, tainted blood. To say nothing of the indignity of realizing you left in the middle of the most important social season of the year! You are lucky I have such a quick wit or my name would have been irreparably damaged by your selfish actions. Due to your incompetence, I was forced to utilize the last galleons in the family vault simply to keep news of your folly from leaking into certain social circles. I am now a pauper because of you, and have lost standing once again amongst the pure bloods.
You can not possibly comprehend the how disappointed your actions have made me. You are no longer my son. Any personal belongings still residing in my home will be burned, and your name will be stricken from records in association with me. You may no longer use my last name in any context related to yourself. This is not contestable. You are seventeen years old and well over an age to habituate alone.
Sincerely,
Elphinda K. Fisher
*note appears crumpled and charred at the corners*
Finally. The bitch shoulda done that years ago. *snort, ignores slight pain in chest* What'd she do, write this using a fucking dictionary? I know she doesn't know big words like that. This ain't anything new to me...
Luckily there's not that much longer until school starts. After that I can get my own place. *snort* Unless Tom wants to rent me a room here indefinitely. Maybe move in with Dad in America...
[[First strike is as appears, though the "tear his throat out" part isn't there unless you know of his undead status, second strike isn't there because Dwayne needs to keep up the manly, aloof appearance. Yay for family drama \o/ I needed a way to get him back in character *pokes him with a stick*]]
Though it has been nice. It's not just Diagon Alley that's overly busy. Got tipped six galleons just for getting a guy his drink in under three minutes. Life is good.
[[Private,
Hackable to Friends or the extremely ambitious who don't mind getting hunted down by a pissed off Dwayne]]
Ungrateful Whelp,
Imagine my immense shock at discovering that you would not be returning home for the summer. I heard from a dear friend that you forged my signature and sullied my name with your foul, tainted blood. To say nothing of the indignity of realizing you left in the middle of the most important social season of the year! You are lucky I have such a quick wit or my name would have been irreparably damaged by your selfish actions. Due to your incompetence, I was forced to utilize the last galleons in the family vault simply to keep news of your folly from leaking into certain social circles. I am now a pauper because of you, and have lost standing once again amongst the pure bloods.
You can not possibly comprehend the how disappointed your actions have made me. You are no longer my son. Any personal belongings still residing in my home will be burned, and your name will be stricken from records in association with me. You may no longer use my last name in any context related to yourself. This is not contestable. You are seventeen years old and well over an age to habituate alone.
Sincerely,
Elphinda K. Fisher
*note appears crumpled and charred at the corners*
Finally. The bitch shoulda done that years ago. *snort, ignores slight pain in chest* What'd she do, write this using a fucking dictionary? I know she doesn't know big words like that. This ain't anything new to me...
Luckily there's not that much longer until school starts. After that I can get my own place. *snort* Unless Tom wants to rent me a room here indefinitely. Maybe move in with Dad in America...
[[First strike is as appears, though the "tear his throat out" part isn't there unless you know of his undead status, second strike isn't there because Dwayne needs to keep up the manly, aloof appearance. Yay for family drama \o/ I needed a way to get him back in character *pokes him with a stick*]]