| Like I told you, Pansy darling, we're flooding out the riff-raff. It's been quite long enough for recuperation, and everyone best start pitching in to help. And yes, Draco is here, somewhere. Longbottom is here, wrapped in a blanket, no doubt.Luna Lovegood is here, although I haven't actually seen her yet.Saint Potter pops in and out as he pleases, and is generally a loud-mouthed nuisance sulking about his lot in life. (The three of us need to get together soon to do some proper wards around here, by the way.)Baby Weasley is here as well, she shows the most promise of everyone else put together to actually become an asset to us rather than a liability. And if you see a wolf run through, don't be alarmed; she came here with me.Well it really is a party then, isn't it? So his holy-majestical-Boy-Who-Lived-ness is around?And I don't care about the riff-raff, I care about the fact that you're ruining the only Slytherin dungeon safehouse we've got - do you bloody know how long some of those carpets and wall hangings are going to take to dry out? I don't suppose so, no one teaches boys how to keep house properly. And besides, my shoes. Someone better fix that dumb thing or the riff raff and the snakes will all be drowned together. Pansy, love, you are just what Draco and I have been needing around here. You're right that neither of us know how to keep house properly. And right now, neither of us have the time nor the inclination to learn. Warding the area is an absolute imperative, and we're working on that project day and night.Would you be a dear and take over the domestic duties for us? We'd be ever so grateful if you would, leaving us time to concentrate on the more important matters, like wards and alarm spells and such.Thrilling, Blaise dear. Consider it done. (Private// Ugh, boys, so dense. Never tell a woman that you're putting her in charge of "Domestic Duties" while you do the "Important Things".//) I've got to ask, though: Are wards really important if the place you're warding ends up underwater? I hardly think so. But I guess that's why I'm keeping care of the place, isn't it? I'd be glad to make sure that no irresponsible out-of-housers destroy our precious lineage. And that the water damage gets repaired - after the water is removed. Which is an absolute imperative if I'm to assume domestic duties. I can't do anything in four inches of slimy water. I knew we could count on you, love. I'm sure Ginny and Luna would be delighted to help you, too. Private://Women are so easy to manipulate. The least hint of power and they're so eager to take over, they forget that the job they've taken is one that no one in their right mind would do in the first place.// |
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cranky]This has got to be a joke. The Slytherin dungeon is below the lake, not in it. I do not appreciate having to wade through dank sewage water to get to bed. Thank god there wasn't any water in my bedroom, I don't know who I would have killed if there had been. Beds are comfy, and I've raided the pillows and blankets unused beds. Well, even if I'll drown from this blasted flooding, at least my mother can't find me here. That woman has got to be out of her fucking mind. Me? Death Eater? Apparently she forgot that people die when they do that. Crazy woman! Note to self: Burn that letter from her. You know you'll be bothered by it until you do. Private: // I hid the picture of Brig after I unpacked. I can't burn it, I just can't bring myself to. //Well, it's just a Slytherin Class Reunion here, isn't it? Dear Blaise who let me in out of the cold (and into the waterpark. What the hell! Flooding the fucking Slytherin Dungeon! Do you people have no house pride?) is here, and Draco is here somewhere too, he says. Just like old times, eh? There're also apparently Gryffindors lurking in here somewhere. It really will be like old time. Oh terrific, oh la dee dah. I'm going to bed. They really are much better than train station benches, these beds. ♥ Pansy