Draco Malfoy (potterstinks) wrote,
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Once when I was small, Millicent stuffed me into a very small cauldron head first. By the time I managed to get out, it took me fifteen minutes to find her in the Manor, and she and Pansy were eating biscuits in the south parlour. I don't enjoy sweets very much, so naturally, they promptly sat on me and shoved four biscuits into my mouth until I nearly gagged. Fortunately, I've always had a rather large mouth. I'm certain that otherwise I would have choked. They also did the exact same thing this February, without the cauldron, thankfully.

I miss Pansy quite a lot. I don't know who shall keep Millicent from crushing my ribcage when I'm seventy now. I rather wish that Wilkes weren't dead, and if I must be perfectly honest, I doubt that he is. Wasn't he already supposed to be dead? I'd rather see him locked in Azkaban. Actually, perhaps I could just take him to the Manor and lock him in between two walls until he suffocates, slowly but surely. Or I could simply lock him in a dungeon and bury him up to his neck, leave him there for a fortnight, then give him water if he were still alive. Then I'd come back in a fortnight and do the same thing until he wasted away in the dirt.

Crabbe and Goyle are, as usual, beating the rush by packing at the last moment. I was sitting in the dormitory, minding my own business, when I was hit in the face with a cockroach cluster. Needless to say, I decided it was best to leave the room.

Last evening at the ramshackle Leaving Feast, McGonagall informed us that Dumbledore's been trapped inside of a pensieve for over a week. I've no idea what sort of effect that might have on someone, but it's undoubtedly severe. I've never heard of such a thing. I wonder if Wilkes kept a pensieve.

I'm hoping that Mother and I can go on a holiday at some point over the summer, perhaps in August. I'd suggest going to Egypt, but I'm slightly concerned about the heat. Egyptians are rather dark. I'm not certain my skin could take that sort of sun. Nonetheless, perhaps I could get a very good sunblock. Or we could simply go to Iceland.

Millicent is, in fact, going to be staying at the Manor for the duration of the summer, so perhaps she can assist me in deciding what to do with the shop in Diagon Alley I received as a gift from my mother. Aside from that, I've made various and unimportant plans for the summer. I've never actually seen Finnigan while he was a horse, so that should prove interesting. I do wonder if he's been fit for horseshoes yet. I wasn't actually intending that as a threat when I began writing it, but now I'm terribly curious and can't stop wondering. When would he have had that done? Did he go to a smith? What would happen to the horseshoes when he was actually Finnigan? Finnigan's being a horse is so strange. It raises so many questions.

This morning I'm to have breakfast with Potter, and then Millicent and I have to dig into my gigantic collection of gloves so that we can remove some branches from a tree. I do hope no one minds riding the entire train home with branches.

The train leaves at half one and then I shall be gone from Hogwarts forever. I suppose I ought to have joined in on the barbaric burning of books a fortnight ago, but I thought it rather tasteless. I've given my books to the rubbish bin on the sixth floor. Everyone knows that burning magical books is dangerous.

I've become quite tired very quickly. I thought that I would be dancing merrily upon the day I was to leave Hogwarts, but now I just want to go home. Of course, this certainly doesn't mean I'm sorry to leave Hogwarts. Quite the contrary, actually. I'm simply less enthusiastic. It's rather hard to become enthusiastic about anything at the moment, though of course, I do have to pretend every once in awhile.
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If you are looking for a place to holiday I suggest New Orleans. There are lots of pale people such as yourself.
Somehow, I think I'll pass.
Deepest Romania is also nice this time of year. There are many pale souls there as well.
I was actually referring to the fact that I get sunburnt, not the fact that my skin is pale.
I wrote pale soul.
Who told you I have a soul?

boot_boy

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potterstinks

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boot_boy

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potterstinks

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potterstinks

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boot_boy

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potterstinks

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I was shoed not long ago, when we decided to go tramping. Wandering about Hogwarts grounds without shoes is one thing, the roads of Scotland quite another. Lupin took me, actually. He knew someone. The shoes go to the same place that McGonagall's glasses go when she becomes a cat, or Sirius' collar goes when he isn't Padfoot.

I gave my books to Remus' bookstore so a less fortunate student can have them.

Tree?
I'm not an Animagus, Finnigan. Where, exactly, is the place that these things go? Do you swallow them?

Pansy planted a tree for the Weasleys.
It goes where things go when you transfigure them. When I go from Leigheas to Seamus I get my clothing back. It all gets transfigured when I change. That's why it's so complicated and takes all this practise; it's the little things.

Oh, wow, that's right. I can't believe I forgot that, but then, I wasn't paying close attention to a lot of things at the time. It's a nice tree.
You don't know where they go, do you?
I shouldn't have to draw Transfiguration diagrams for you, Malfoy. You received better marks in that class than I did. The clothing becomes part of the horse. The shoes become part of me. If you have deeper questions, ask McG or Sirius or someone.

Now that you've suggested it, I really want to break down one of the walls in the flat.
I've told you, you could rearrange them entirely. Of course, if you don't intend to use magic, you're without my assistance.

seamus_f

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potterstinks

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seamus_f

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We can go anywhere you like on holiday, Draco, and if Millicent may join us if she likes.
Where would you like to go, Mother?
Where ever you would like, Draco. I do think I should like to avoid the Riviera this summer, though. Nesta Nott tells me that Ireland is quite lovely July. We could look into travelling there if that appeals to you.
If you'd like to go to Ireland, we can go there.
I think it would be worth giving it a look, don't you? If we decide we don't like it, we can always Floo or take a Portkey elsewhere. Iceland, if you like.
Yes, that would be fine. I really don't have any particular preference for a place to visit, in any case.

blondenarcissa

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potterstinks

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blondenarcissa

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I don't think anyone will mind the branches.

I wasn't talking about listening to me chew.

I'm glad Millicent is going to stay with you.

Well, I do have to serve as Millicent's protection.
Hello, Harry.
Hi, Mrs Malfoy.
I'm sorry I haven't had the chance to come speak with you. If Sirius would permit it later during hols, I would be pleased if we could be able to do so. I think I may have a few things still at Dogear Wryde from my stay there many months ago.
That's okay. We can talk if you want. I'm not sure when we're going away or when we're getting back though. I'll have to talk to Sirius later.
I have a few things to take care of before I travel back to the Manor so I do not think I shall have the proper amount of time I would like to have to converse with you. If it would be all right with you, I can send you an owl in a few weeks. I understand better than most that you have much to do in the coming days.

just_harry

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blondenarcissa

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