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Draco--- [03 Jul 2005|06:49pm]
I hope he realises what damage he's doing to his career by not attending but I can't stand by and let him hurt himself this way.. I've sent an owl to Blaise. I hope he will help me get Draco to understand.

I hope Blaise gets back to me soon, I must get to the Manor. Narcissa has called the Committee together and I am going to be very late I'm afraid. Hopefully she will understand, but I can't tell her about Draco's plan not to attend her Ball. It would devistate her and I can't hurt her like that. Draco has to tell her on his own.
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Oh my poor aching feet! [14 Jun 2005|03:29pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

If you could see my room right now you would find every flat surface of the suite covered in boxes and bags of every shape size color and material. A tiny part of me thinks that Narcissa over did it just a little today but I must say that I had a wonderful time with Narcissa and it felt wonderful to talk to someone who isn't going to just agree with everything I say but to realy tell me how they feel about me and how I've lived my life til now.

The old timid Pansy is gone in her place is a new self aware woman, who thinks for her self and the rest of the world bedamned.

I can't believe how much of a difference a few clothes and baubles makes. I'm still me but a more confident me. The unmentionables that Narcissa ordered for me are absolutely divine. The corset must have some kind of cushioning charmbecause I don't feel constricted in the slightest. The only time I feel it is when I start to slouch. These things really force you to keep your posture.

We ordered my robes for the ball, I have to find a date though. She even ordered designer work robes for when I go up to the castle to help with the restoration.

Oh and one last thing... My hair is almost back to normal!!!!

It seems once I stopped worrying about it, the gastly ginger started to fade. Right now my hair is a georgeus shade of chestnut, that looks fabuolos on me. But soon enough it will be back to the same near black it has always been.

I think I'll trot on up to the castle to see what is going on up there. I might start working on the Snake's Den.

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[20 May 2005|06:40pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

Fredrick Weasley.

For a Weasley he is a very interesting shag. He doesn't keep his mind on one thing but is quite adventurous. It was fun helping him test the new products for Weasley Wizarding Weezes. Looks like I'll be his ginea pig for future W3 sex toys.

It was sweet of him to offer to prank me to save face to Draco and Blaise. Though, the ginger hair is a bit much. I already tried every charm I could think of to tone it down, nothing is working. Draco and Blaise, Draco especially, are going to flip.

Fred is definatly not husband material, not for me anyway.

Now after the fact, in my mind I am comparing him with Blaise. He is just different but I have to admit, if only to myself, that I do prefer Blaise's even temperment.

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[28 Apr 2005|09:20pm]
[ mood | lazy ]

Thank Merlin for French floozys.

Fleur Delacour is my new best girlfriend. I was driking with her last night and this afternoon she sent me a hangover relief potion, bless her. Last night is still fuzzy and I don't remember much. I said it earlier and I'll say it again.

I hope I didn't do anything foolish and stupid last night. Flaure sent a note with the hangover relief potion saying that she'd like to meet for luch some time. Maybe I'll take her up on it.

[28 Apr 2005|03:11pm]
[ mood | hungover ]

Ugh... That is the last time I ever drink that much.

I feel horrible, I really must get back to bed.
I hope I didn't make a fool of myself last night.

[25 Apr 2005|04:12pm]
I’m a little shell-shocked. Hekate’s Lair is posh and elegant, so what I’m not used to anymore. I’m sitting in a huge penthouse suite and I’m not sure what to do with all the space. My little flat could fit in just the bedroom. Here I have a parlor with a small bar area and besides the en suite bath I have another just off the parlor.

It is wonderful. It is gorgeous. It’s too big.

I spent last night catching up with Blaise and Draco. I missed them so much.

Draco is up to something and it has nothing to do with the restoration of Hogwarts, that much I am sure of. He was oddly protective of Granger tonight though. His behavior makes me almost positive that my instincts are correct. I’ll leave him alone about her, for now.


I slept with him last night. Not even 24 hours in the same building as he is and I’m falling over myself to get in his bed. It has to stop. I have to be strong and look elsewhere for my fun. There is no way in hell that there is anything there for us than shagging. And when he finds that witch he’s going to marry, I refuse to be heartbroken that it won’t be me. It is time to end it before I get attached to him all over again. It’s a good thing I woke up early this morning and got out of there before he woke up.

The only problem with that plan is that he and Draco insisted on taking me shopping today. How can I accept such a huge thing when I have nothing to give in return? I need to find a way to gracefully refuse so that they won’t ask me again.

Damn it Blaise, why did you have to come back?

[09 Apr 2003|03:45pm]
[ mood | drained ]

In the post today I got the most disgusting offer from one of my father’s creditors. The grubby little tobacconist suggested a way that I could work off my father’s debt. The man was a letch and I refuse to even think about what was suggested.

Speaking of the post, it came today, just like it always does but I received something other than the usual ‘past due’ notices that have been my correspondence of late. This letter might prove to be part of the answer of all my difficulties at the moment.

I have been invited to stay at the hotel in Hogsmeade, Hektate’s Lair. FOR FREE. That’s forty galleons a month that I don’t have to spend on this grubby little flat. Forty galleons a month that I can put aside to pay some of these bills.

It seems that a group of responsible wizards and witches have been chosen to participate in the first wave of the reconstruction of Hogwarts. I dearly hope that we all will get along.

Nothing more to do than get packed. Um… well that’s done. What used to have taken an army of house elves and enlargement charms by the dozen now only took a few swishes of my own wand. It is quite depressing actually but I’ll go on as I have gone on for the last two years. Little by little step by step.

[02 Apr 2003|10:23pm]
[ mood | distressed ]

Mother fucking buggering wankers should all die in hell with flaming wands up their ever-loving arses!

I’ve just returned from the sodding Ministry of Magic after my final attempt at getting something of my ancestors back. Five years and they decide now is a good time to start confiscating Death Eater assets. They’re bloody insane the lot of them. If I could get away with killing that Perry Weasley for even suggesting the idea I would.

It didn’t bloody matter that I had fought with the Order of the Phoenix. It didn’t matter that one of the accounts they stole was mine. It didn’t matter that there were heirlooms that had been in the family since the Parkinson line began.

Oh bugger, what am I going to do?

I just looked through today’s post and bill after bill after bill is coming to me; from Madam Malkin’s, from Father’s brothel (who new that brothel’s billed their clients), from Scrivenshafts, from Flourish and Blots. The list just goes on and on. They are expecting me to pay my Father’s debts. Some are threatening me with a hearing before the Wizenmagot.

What am I going to do?

Oh Father, why did you have to be a blithering idiot and end up in Azkaban?

As soon as the war ended I should have taken my money out of Gringotts, buried it in a hole somewhere. That would have been better than being penniless now. I have just realized that I am now poorer than a Weasley.

What am I going to do? I have no skills, no job, no training. I should just jump off Tower Bridge and be done with it all.

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