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Posted on November 05, 2008 @ 11:26 pm
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[ Private ]
There were photographers at the funeral. I wore this charming vintage hat with the most fetching veil, I've been saving it for months for just the right occasion. My husband's burial isn't exactly what I had in mind, but what can you do.
I think I'm meant to be feeling either much happier or much sadder than I am.
I don't know what happens now.
[/ Private]
If anyone has any tips for being an eighteen-year-old widow, I should very much like to hear them.
I'd like to thank everyone who attended the service. I know P.F. would have been very touched by your coming.
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Posted on October 25, 2008 @ 3:09 pm
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My god, I think if I hear the word 'merger' one more time I'll just scream. It's all my husband ever talks about for months now and every time I think it must be all settled it turns out there's some complication or I don't even know because he won't tell me anything and this process just drags on and on. Since September P.F.'s spent half his time in Germany and Germany has spent half its time here, in the expansive form of one Mister Herr Herschlag and his fat fat hands and pervy stare.
I am beyond ready for it all to be over and done with and it seems finally it will be, as they're meant to sign all the official papers and things by the end of this week. (I'll believe it when I see it, honestly.) But then P.F. and Herr Germany are jaunting off to celebrate all weekend and apparently the fact that we've already got our tickets for the Hallowe'en Benefit Ball is totally meaningless to him. It is the social event of the season and I've been looking forward to it for weeks and I've just had the most exquisite new robes made up for me.
So what's a girl to do? I'm afraid it would be hopelessly tacky to go alone but I've been so looking forward to it, as I've never been invited but I've heard so much about it.
I really don't know what to do.
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Posted on September 23, 2008 @ 8:59 pm
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[ Private ]
I just try to ask about the new rug for the library and he says can't I just eat my dinner in peace for once, and I say well when else am I supposed to get to talk to you, you're always at the office or out with your mates. And he says maybe he's always out because can't I ever talk to him without asking him for money and I say that's funny because it seems he can't ever talk to me if I've actually got all my clothes on.
And then he says I should watch myself because he could have us divorced by tomorrow morning, but believe me that threat is old news and empty, empty, empty. Because that's when I say, Fine, you'll just be giving me half of what you're worth and saving me the trouble of having to beg you for it, and then he (always) says maybe it would be worth it to be rid of me. And then then we did it on the table and he went to bed, and I ate half a cake and now I'm sitting here feeling like a troll.
I bet Narcissa has never eaten a half a cake in her life.
[ Vera ]
What are you doing lately? We should do something. I'm
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Posted on September 14, 2008 @ 2:05 pm
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Joy and rapture, I've got a house-elf! They are ever so difficult to get your hands on if they haven't been coming down in your family forever but my husband was feeling contrite as he damn well should after missing our anniversary and decided a little present would be just the way to make it up to me. I've no idea what strings he had to pull with the House-Elf Relocation Office because I thought we were forever down the list, but with this merger about to go through he is a wizard of some influence lately.
I used to think house-elves were creepy but after having spent a year running this household all on my own (and seeing how hard it is to get good wizarding help these days) I am just delighted to have one. Provided it keeps out of the way most of the time, of course. But then at Hogwarts you barely even knew they were there, so I'll have mine be just like that.
Ooh I think I'll go out and pick out a nice set of monogrammed tea-towels for it to wear. While it stays home and makes dinner! This is fantastic.
[ Narcissa ]
Better even than that goblin-made ring, don't you think? Less romantic, maybe, but even I have my practical side sometimes.
[ Private ]
It is so much easier to get along with P.F. when business is going well. He's hardly ever around except to give me presents which is an excellent thing in a husband. The only problem is he keeps bringing round Herr Herschlag or whatever his name is who is a fat old pervert but partnering with him is apparently making us loads of money so I suppose letting him openly ogle my breasts is my wifely duty. Anyway P.F. likes to see me get ogled. The purple robes for dinner, then, I think...
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Posted on September 02, 2008 @ 8:32 pm
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[ Private x 1000 ]
If Narcissa hadn't agreed to go to France with me I think I would have had to kill myself. It's just not fair to keep pushing back a first wedding anniversary and then go and cancel it entirely. For two weeks it's been "business isn't doing well, Zadie," and "I don't have the time for this, Zadie" and "who said I even wanted to celebrate a year of being married to you?" And then things are getting better and we make these lovely plans and oh, all of a sudden it's "I've got a lot on my plate right now, Zadie," and "I don't think you understand how important this merger is, Zadie," and "Some people have to work for a living, Zadie."
Excuse me, but I work. You try being married to yourself, Mr Patrick Fitzpatrick Spudmore. It is not easy.
I can never tell Mummy anything anymore because if she says "I told you so" I will stick my wand in her eye. And Narcissa is married but actually genuinely happy or something and no one else would even begin to understand.
Oh well, all is not misery. Hex still loves me and I still get to go to the Riviera and P.F. still has to pay for it!
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Posted on July 19, 2008 @ 11:53 am
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I've been off travelling with my Mum and completely forgot my journal at home. Not that I would have had time to write in it anyway! I was afraid I must have missed some fun gossip or at least just idle chit-chat but it seems summer is keeping everyone busy. I haven't got much to say myself except that Capri is lovely as always and I got a chance to brush up on my italiano, I do try to keep in practice but it can be so hard to find a conversation partner here. Other than that I am just enjoying some leisure time and letting all my schoolbooks get thoroughly dusty.
[ Private ]
Stuck in this mouldy old flat and bored every minute of it, but trying to relish the little time I've got left before absolute poverty forces us out. Alright, it's not mouldy. It's gorgeous and huge and I do not want to leave. Except maybe to go to a few parties or something, but London is dead right now and I can't Apparate yet and also I am trying hard to be a one-man girl. Which is made more difficult by the fact that P.F. is always away.
17 in 4 days. If P.F. doesn't propose before the month is out then I am doing something wrong.
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Posted on July 02, 2008 @ 5:46 pm
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[ Private Private Private, Private x 100 Private! ]
Mum didn't want to tell me while I was still at school but, she got a letter from Daddy's solicitor saying that as soon as I'm of age, that's it, he's not sending us so much as another knut. I'm sure Mum's already been firing off angry owls and telling them I have another year of school left and threatening to spill all the old secrets she knows, but I guess he just doesn't care anymore. About any of it.
So now Mum's resigned to it and she's already started working on selling off what's left of the jewelery, except our very absolute favourites, and she's even talking about selling the flat and leaving London. I think I'll die.
My whole life I've been desperate to be seventeen and now it's going to be the worst thing that ever happened to me.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
[ Private to Georgia - added later, after this ]
How long, dyou think, could you reasonably expect a man to date you exclusively if you won't shag him? And I mean a man, not a spotty virginal sixth-year who think he can die happy if he gets to grab a tit. And by won't shag him, I mean, you'll do anything but, and do that well and often, but just not... it.
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Posted on June 17, 2008 @ 2:09 pm
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Summer is so close I can taste it. What's everyone's plans? I'll probably just be around the London social scene, and doing a bit of traveling with Mum, as usual. I hope to see some of you around.
[ SG6 + Georgia ]
I'm just desperate to be of age. I feel like the last 16-year-old on earth. P.F. is doing all this traveling for business and he keeps saying that he wishes he could take me but it's just out of the question while I'm still underage, and what if he forgets all about me while he's gone? Even if he would take me, Mum would never let me go.
One month and three days, and then nobody can tell me what to do.
Oh and mark it in your calendars now, let's have a little get-together in London for my birthday.
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Posted on June 02, 2008 @ 8:07 pm
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I hope everyone enjoyed the party for Professor Slughorn as much as I did-- if, perhaps, not quite as much as Sirius Black did. I thought our hostesses did a surprisingly very good job.
[ SG6 ]
Though most of the credit is due to Vera, I'm sure.
Alright Vera, what did you think of our Mr Yaxley? Sorry I was hardly around, P.F. quite monopolised me all evening.
[ Private ]
I shouldn't have let him, really. So many lovely people to meet at that party. But I think he really really likes me. And I'm afraid sometimes I'm forgetting to care about the other options. I mean, it sounds like business is going very well, especially overseas, but J. Harvey Petrell was supposed to have been there and he owns practically some whole country in the Middle East and I didn't even say hello! Because I was busy in the broom cupboard with someone who makes broomsticks!
But I'm not being completely stupid. I didn't let him shag me, even if we came really, really close. Rather lucky, actually, that whoever that was opened the door on us, or I don't know what might have happened. I sort of wanted
Next time maybe less punch.
Wish I could talk to Vicky instead of a stupid journal, but she really doesn't get me sometimes.
[ /Private]
Now to tackle an overdue Transfiguration essay. Blah.
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Posted on May 29, 2008 @ 9:46 pm
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[ Vera ]
Vera, I've take it upon myself to do some extensive research on Mr Rhys Yaxley because I wanted to be sure that we picked you the very best date and so far it all seems very promising. I remembered that things like personalities and romance are very important to you so I have done up some astrological compatibility charts instead of my Transfiguration essay.
According to his charts and the Witch Weekly Bedside Astrologer he is 'a romantic puzzle.' 'One minute he is hot with passion, and the next he's as cool as a cucumber.' And yet also sensitive and requiring an intuitive, supportive partner. He wants a relationship with plenty of communication, and is surprisingly domestic! And it says 'Nothing turns him on more than a lover who stares deeply into his eyes as a prelude to sex. He wants to merge both souls and bodies with his partner.' He will seek a woman who is sensitive, expressive, and affectionate.
His Venus is also in Pisces and yours is in Aries. This means that 'over time this relationship brings out each partner's hidden strengths and deepest vulnerabilities.' And 'The great lesson in this partnership is that love conquers all, and compassion and empathy can heal all rifts. You may feel drawn to each other by a mysterious, seductive force. The intimacy you share can provide the most exquisite out-of-body experiences your body ever had.
That all sounds pretty good to me!! Well maybe I left a few bits out but
This was fun, I should do more. I realised though I don't know P.F.'s birthday.
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Posted on May 16, 2008 @ 8:09 pm
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[ Private ]
P.F. is officially definitely coming for the party and I am so so thrilled but also sort of starting to worry about it. It's like, he knows one side of me, and... people here know me sort of differently. Wish I could somehow bring him without having to actually introduce him to anyone. Even Vicky'll be all weird and judgey. Whatever, I get the feeling we'll only be mingling for about four minutes before he pulls me into the nearest broom cupboard and tries to get my knickers off. God, I'm good at what I do.
It's almost a shame really that I can't go in my school uniform, that'd probably cut it down to about three minutes, ha ha. But Mum says she is working on a really smashing dress for me and it should be here in a few days so I can try it on and see if it'll work. I hope she's making it good and snug because I will lose half stone before the party.
And here I am blabbing away to myself because there is no one to talk to because everyone gets all weird when people die, and really you think they'd be used to it by now. Normally it's not so bad because they're not people I know or anything (I mean, Hester MacWhatsy?) but because this was Rupert's sister it's like no one is allowed to be normal. I am bored to stupefaction.
[ Vera ]
I don't know if party planning has really been on your mind lately, but I'm assuming no news is good news so far as that all goes? I hope you're getting loads of RSVPs, do keep me updated.
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Posted on May 07, 2008 @ 12:12 am
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[ Slytherins ]
Lily Evans stole my fucking party!! I will not let her ruin it. It's going to turn into a fucking Gryffindorfest and excuse me but I think I know a damn sight better what sort of people Slughorn wants at his party and they are not Lily Evans's stupid mudblood friends. Stupid cunt doesn't know the first thing about how to throw a decent party and I'm not about to let her embarrass me if my name is attached to it too. It's almost enough to make me drop it and let her ruin it all by herself. UGH.
[ Private ]
And I ate like seven crackers and an entire biscuit so everything is just fucking misery.
[Vicky - added later ]
Alright either she knows about the necklace or she's bluffing like mad and either way, fuck and what the hell!
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Posted on May 05, 2008 @ 10:33 pm
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[ ALL Slytherin Sixth Years ]
Reg, I'm bored. When do we start poisoning people?
[ Private ]
P.F. sent me all these lovely souvenirs from New York and one was a real authentic New York cheesecake and it was delicious and I ate half of it and I could just die. I am the absolute limit of disgusting. I threw it away and then I had to pour ink on it to make sure I didn't eat any more because I am that disgusting. Tomorrow I am only allowed: lemon slices, water, three crackers.
But even though I am a troll he hasn't forgotten about me yet so I must be doing something right! Ooh, if I threw Slughorn that surprise party he's been dropping enormous hints about forever I could invite him... How long until his birthday, I wonder.
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Posted on April 24, 2008 @ 5:50 pm
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Alright, Regulus, here's the surprise I told you about!
Tomorrow at breakfast, all members of the Slytherin quidditch team shall be receiving new brooms, courtesy of P.F. Spudmore III, CEO of Black Forest Brooms Ltd. and close personal friend of mine.
Now let's have a win on the 7th!
[Private]
That's alright and all, but why couldn't he own Nimbus, or something? I wonder who does own Nimbus. I wonder if he's married...
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Posted on April 20, 2008 @ 11:03 pm
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[SG6]
Maude Wilkes is mental. Just wanted to make sure I'm not the only one who thinks that, right? I mean, what, 'stealth and the ways of pain'?
Actually, that reminds me-- the Maude is mental bit, not the ways of pain-- Vicky, did you make any progress on the Rupert front over hols? It completely slipped my mind but it is a rather diverting mission, not to mention important and charitable and possibly life-endangering.
Also, Vera, you never made up a list for me! I really don't know your tastes so some guidelines will be vital.
[Private]
This is me making an effort to not be excruciatingly bored. A girl needs projects. I suppose it's lucky P.F.'s away and the school owls can't manage it that far or I'd probably be writing him every day and looking like a twat. I actually like him and it's clouding my judgment terribly.
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Posted on April 11, 2008 @ 9:46 am
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[Private]
All those lovely parties cancelled. Could this not have waited until next week? Honestly, my hols were going so well.
But, on the bright side, I don't need any stupid parties anyway because now P.F.'s going to take me out to dinner and at Le Chapeau Pointu, no less. Normally you need reservations positively months in advance but there have been some fortuitous cancellations so there we go! Think I'll blow him. Poor thing needs his mind taken off his troubles. I mean, all the buzz about his new line of brooms is just going to be buried under all this bad news, and that can't be good for business.
Hm. On second thought, maybe I won't.
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Posted on April 05, 2008 @ 8:17 pm
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[SG6]
Ladies, I have made a conquest.
I know, I know, you're asking yourselves how exactly this is news. Well, I like this one. His name's P.F. Spudmore and he owns the Black Forest broom company and if his name sounds familiar it's because he's been in all the papers lately because he just bought the Ballycastle Bats. They're having a special exhibition match Wednesday to debut his new broom line and he's invited me and if we don't rate a mention in the gossip pages I will be terrifically disappointed. I mean, can't you see it? Black Forest Brooms CEO spotted canoodling with dark-skinned beauty in top box at Bats match. Tongues are wagging: it's rumoured his mystery girl isn't even old enough to Apparate...
I have got to look stunning. I see myself wearing something youthful, springlike, demure, but of course absolutely stylish. Basically, I should look like Alice. Ooh, actually, do you think I could borrow something?
So how is everybody else's holiday so far?
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Posted on March 31, 2008 @ 9:04 pm
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[Rupert]
I hope you didn't think your sister's Howlers scared us off. I, for one, remain deeply committed to your education. Let me know if you'd like to go over anything sometime before hols.
[Diggle]
I'm bored. Are you bored?
[Sirius]
So, I
[Private]
What has come over me today.
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Posted on March 19, 2008 @ 11:12 pm
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[Sixth-Year Slytherin Girls]
Revised list, as per your suggestions.
Fittest Girl in Hogwarts:- Vicky's legs
- Alice's smile
- my lips
- Vera's hair
- Lily Evans's eyes
- And Mary McDonald's tits, ugh
- Glenda Chittock's cheekbones
- Penny Cardew's rosy cheeks
Worst Physical Qualities:- Gretel Horton's miniature stature
- Lot Crook's ratty hair AND terrible fashion sense
- Gladys Gudgeon's flat chest
- Kathleen Grimshaw's fat face
- Marlene Mackinnon's freckles
- Maude Wilkes's huge forehead
- Lily Evans's manly shoulders
- Caitriona MacDougal's knobby knees and jiggly thighs
This may be considered an ongoing project. I do so appreciate your input!
[Private]
Thoughts, hesitations, qualifications:- Alright, Vera's absolutely gorgeous but is her hair really best in the school? Whatever, had to give her something.
- And Alice's smile was such a cop-out but it's nice she didn't care.
- I maintain that my tits are at least as good as Mary McDonald's. Or nearly. I mean more than a handful is just a waste. Hope she has horribly deformed nipples.
- Still no contender for best bum. Therefore it goes to me by forfeit. Ha ha.
- Except I really have got quite the bum.
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Posted on March 12, 2008 @ 5:38 pm
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[Slytherin 6th year girls]
Divination is boring me to tears. I'm working on this list in an attempt to stay awake. I'm now inviting amendments, additions, substitutions, and corrections.
Fittest Girl in Hogwarts:- Vicky's legs of course
- Alice's smile
- my luscious luscious lips
- Vera's lovely hair
- Lily Evans's eyes though it pains me to say so
- And Mary McDonald's tits because though personally I find them rather obvious apparently they are popular
It is also more fun and less vaguely lesbianic to make a list of ingredients for the most unappealing girl at Hogwarts. May I suggest:- Gretel Horton's miniature stature
- Lot Crook's ratty hair AND fashion sense or total lack thereof
- Gladys Gudgeon's utter lack of a chest
- Kathleen Grimshaw's fat face
Narcissa Bla
- Marlene Mackinnon's unfortunate complexion.
- Probably tonnes more I am forgetting or blocking from my mind right now.
Alright, do please contribute, I am bored bored bored and we definitely need a best bum at least. Haha which reminds me we can do blokes as well.
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