Daphne Greengrass (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alt_daphne) wrote2011-11-14 07:42 pm
alt_daphne) wrote2011-11-14 07:42 pm
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Choosing our roles
I find that it's a terrible shame that one of my own house has been so publicly reprimanded, especially in front of our guests! I would like to express to the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang that it's not at all common for Slytherin to make such trouble - in fact, it's not all that common for students of any one particular house to make such trouble. But unfortunate events do happen from time to time; I for one hope that the individual in question will learn from his mistakes and do his best to remedy the impression he's made.
Cards certainly are popular this year, aren't they? I enjoy portkey or snap as much as anyone, but the trouble is that it only really works for smaller groups, doesn't it? Now a game like charades, for instance, can have as many people playing as you like. And no matter what you might think, there is quite a bit of bluffing involved. You just have to look at it the right way. Almost all of life is a performance, isn't it? Think of the way you speak to your professors, and the way you speak to your closest friend, and you'll soon see what I mean.
Oh, I don't know what I'm on abo
Christmas! I know it's still over a month off, but the smell of it's already in the air, don't you agree?
And it's hard to believe that the First Task is almost upon us! Go, Harry! I just know you'll do our house proud!
Cards certainly are popular this year, aren't they? I enjoy portkey or snap as much as anyone, but the trouble is that it only really works for smaller groups, doesn't it? Now a game like charades, for instance, can have as many people playing as you like. And no matter what you might think, there is quite a bit of bluffing involved. You just have to look at it the right way. Almost all of life is a performance, isn't it? Think of the way you speak to your professors, and the way you speak to your closest friend, and you'll soon see what I mean.
Christmas! I know it's still over a month off, but the smell of it's already in the air, don't you agree?
And it's hard to believe that the First Task is almost upon us! Go, Harry! I just know you'll do our house proud!
Private message to Astoria Greengrass
THAT'S RIGHT. WHERE YOUR FACE ONCE WAS THERE WILL BE NOTHING BUT A GREAT QUIVERING PALE BLOB UTTERLY ABSENT OF ANY DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES! YOU WILL BE LIKE A PUDDING WITH LEGS.
I MEAN IT!!
Private message to Blaise
I know you're off studying right now and I should be too, but I just can't concentrate on anything. Mother finally, finally answered my letters and oh, you won't believe it, but she finally admitted everything! Only it wasn't just that she admitted to it, she fully confessed. It.. it didn't even sound like her! If it hadn't been for her penmanship, I might have thought it all an elaborate joke. And the things that she wrote, well...I thought she might quickly admit things and then go on about flower arrangements and shop openings, but she didn't. She told me much, much more than I ever expected.
Re: Private message to Blaise
That doesn't sound like your mother, at all, I agree. Over-sharing is rather more my mother's specialty. When she's not wanting me to clear out, that is.
I'm just finishing in the library, so I could meet you in the common room if you wanted to talk. Shame it's so crowded in there all the time now. It's almost easier to write about it, since no one can overhear anything you put here.
Re: Private message to Blaise
But Mother...she over-shared. Very over-shared. And she seemed very panicked that I might say something to Father, too. Well, here's just a sample (I'll show you the rest later):
Even when he left for the Falcons, we kept getting drawn back to each other. I'd see him at parties and other events, and as soon as our eyes met there would be an undeniable pull, as if I were a helpless moon being towed toward her home planet, the tides of my heart inevitable rushing toward a shore it had been too long estranged from....
Helpless moon! Home planet! Tides of the heart! I am... sputtering!
It - it sounds like she still fancies him. More than everyone else, even. It's as if she loves him.
Re: Private message to Blaise
I agree about the language. I mean to say, it's been years.
Hasn't it?
And to still go on like that. Well. Yes.
And she's worried you'd tell any of that to your father?
Re: Private message to Blaise
But Mother calls him "the first love of my life."
That's the part she doesn't want me to tell to Father.
Can you meet me by our statue in an hour? I'll let you read it for yourself.
Re: Private message to Blaise