beginnings

Oct 01, 2005 22:20

Well. It's my first time writing in this thing. I haven't had a diary since I was a girl, and I must admit that I do feel a bit silly. But this is the best way to write about my feelings, isn't it?

Nymphadora is getting into Quidditch now, no thanks to her father. She wants one of those mini-flying booms. Ted was going to buy her one, but I said absolutely not. First of all, they're ridiculously expensive. And she's only but five years old! She's not getting a broom, mini or not.

Narcissa's getting married, to Lucius Malfoy no less. Well they deserve each other - rich, beautiful, and pure-blood. I can just hear Mother now: "Oh Narcissa, you're so much better than your blood-traitor sister." Well she can go to hell. Ted's a better wizard than Malfoy could ever hope to be. I guess I'm happy for Narcissa - I'm her big sister, after all. I should send her a congratulatory card. I probably won't be invited to her posh wedding. She's got Mother's money behind it, and the Malfoy clan's as well. I'm sure it'll be extravagant. Everything that my wedding wasn't. But what did I expect? Ted and I were both poor, and with Nymphadora already on the way... it was a small private thing, with only the people who truly cared for me, and Ted parents. I didn't get a gift from Mother, but that wasn't surprising.

I need to stop wallowing in self-pity and get over this whole thing. I am not jealous of Narcissa. I am not jealous of her gorgeous wedding. I am not jealous of her rich husband.

Well... maybe just a little.

Nymphadora's in bed, and Ted's singing her to sleep. She's been having nightmares the past few nights. She's also figured out that she can change the colour of her hair. We tried to explain that she was a metamorphmagus, but she doesn't understand that. She runs up to me several times during the day, shouting, "Mummy look! Pink hair!" That's her favorite colour of all. It's kind of cute, except when we're out in Muggle public and her hair is changing hue. When we registered her at the Ministry they gave us a guide on training children how to control their power, but Ted says it's a load of rubbish and we'll do fine without it. He threw it in the fire grate before he lit it, but I snatched it out when he wasn't looking. I've been hiding it in with my underwear.

And I secretly use it when he's not at home.
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