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[Jan. 10th, 2009|11:25 am] |
The Manor should be ready by the end of the month. Mother's a lot happier for it, I think she misses running it.
What's the best Quidditch game in the next few weeks for me to attend? I don't want to go only to watch idiots like Potter fumble the ball. Pucey are you playing again?
And no, I'm not going to follow suit and write my New Years Resolutions in here, I never make any anyhow. It's a ridiculous tradition, I mean, no one ever keeps them. You're still going to be fat, lazy and stupid by the end of the year no matter what you promise yourself.
[Hexed Private to Goyle]
I want you to find out who had Pansy for the Secret Santa thing.
This cannot be stood for.
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[Dec. 6th, 2008|10:18 pm] |
I'm so sick of foreign food I could die.
I'm coming home if you couldn't tell. I've grown tired of society here. You know, they throw excellent parties but the conversation is greatly lacking. Mother will be coming home with me this time. She doesn't want to miss the holidays after all. Speaking of, Pansy, darling, are you and your mother throwing one of those delightful parties again this year? Mother so dreadfully desires to see everyone and she's loathe to have people over to visit while we're not in the Manor. She's started organizing outfits for me to wear, so I think it's high time she had something else to do. Also, I'm bringing you a present.
You know, I expect a parade upon my return, if someone could please organize that.
( Hexed Private to Gregory Goyle )
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[Dec. 4th, 2008|08:17 pm] |
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
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