Inside the Mind of a Blond Billionaire
All About The... Dirt + Water + Blood
Life after the War for a set free Death Eater is hard. Especially since he has been made to see a shrink. Who in turn makes him keep a diary. A diary. Follow Draco Malfoy's laughter, tears & red-faced moments after the Second War. All through his supposed 'Daily Journal'. Journal indeed... DMHG
Really people, you do know that I am not JK Rowling don't you?
May contain DH spoilers... ooh!
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Sunday.5-1-2009
I have lunch today. And no time to talk. Goodbye.
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Sunday. Yes, the 5-1-2009
My mother is the most embarrassing woman in the world. Seriously. She invited over a very, very beautiful young woman. And didn't bother to tell me that she would be there. I looked like the biggest dickhead known to man!! I walked in and just like... stood there. Mouth open by the way. I was eating at the time, too. Not a pretty picture, an open mouth filled with half-chewed bacon. She just smiled politely while looking very uncomfortable. Kind of like when someone you just met farts. Ugh, I can never show my face to the public again!
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Monday.6-1-2009
My appointment is today. Well obviously. Aren't you proud of me Penny? I wrote something in every day. Don't I deserve a lolly pop?
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Monday. I hate Mondays.6-1-2009
How you can consider that last entry not enough I do not know. I am writing this while in session. Do you know how hard it is to do something, anything when someone is looking over your shoulder? I think not. Actually... anyway. She said that because my last 'Monday' entry, as in today's entry, is not enough, I need to add in on that. What else can I write? I mean seriously, all I have done today is get out of bed. Eat breakfast. Jog. And come here. I'll give you a description of Penny! That will be fun... black hair for a start(I wasn't joking when I said the Black's are nutters. Oops, sorry it just reminded me. Carry on). Dark skin. Big glasses. Here is a hint: CONTACT LENSES!!! Very useful muggle invention! Also wears a lot of pink... how I loathe the pink... thats over one hundred words. I'm done.
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Tuesday.7-1-2009
I don't think I have a favourite day of the week. Something always goes wrong to change my mind. For example, today I had my second meeting with Granger. Discussing prices. She hexed my FUCKING NOSE OFF!!! I am incredibly calm right now. Seriously. I have not lost control what so ever. In fact, I even managed to not hex her back. Mainly because SHE STOLE MY WAND! And left. I do not know where she is, or if I will get it back. I'm suing her for this. Nope. I am not going to let the Gryffindor Princess get away with that, just because she is a war hero!
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Tuesday. Tuesdays sucks.7-1-2009
She got away with it. She came to St Mungo's, has the nerve to visit me while I recover from the spell to reattach my nose, with flowers. And chocolates. Telling me how sorry she was, and returning my wand. I have to admit, it was rather nice of her. Even if I don't eat chocolates because they ruin my figure. And I get hay fever from flowers that aren't spelled. Don't say anything to anyone... I'm warning you.
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Wednesday. 8-1-2009
You remember the restaurant episode? I found out who the ape was. Her boyfriend. I honestly thought that even a... I can't say it... that word that is so wrong... you know... something about blood... and dirt and water mixed together... have been banned... you know, that word, could do better than that. He would have to be the stupidest man know to... well mankind. Imagine Crabbe, and Goyle. Only dumber. If that is possible. Which it is because he is... hmm. Interesting.
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Thursday. 9-1-2009
Boring, boring, boring boring boring boring. How many times can you write the same word without spelling it wrong, or stuffing up? Kind of like... red leather, yellow leather, red leather, yellow leather etc. You get the picture. Speaking of pictures, my father has sent me a portrait of my mother and him... how sad. I had to hang it up, because he said so. My father may not be a Death Eater still, but he is still my father. You know, obey your father and mother etc. That is the reason I was a Death Eater in the first place. You do know it was not of my own free will, right? You better. Or I may just end up burning you... I am like your father. You need to obey me. Good little man journal. No, I am not mental. I am a randomist sometimes.
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Finally Friday.10-1-2009
I have another date. People love me... they dig the whole, bad-boy thing. I know her name this time. It is Anabelle. For sure this time. She has blond hair, like me, as well as a brain. Did I mention she plays for the Holyhead Harpies? Yeah. She is pretty damn fine.
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Friday – 11:59, Heading Into Saturday. 10-1-2009 Heading Into 11-1-2009
I am currently smoking. And a very satisfied Seeker just walked out the door. We're going out for lunch on Tuesday. Friday is now my official, best day of the week. Or, BDotW. Clever of me, I know. Give the man a round of applause.
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Another chapter done... whoopee!! Reviews?
Lady Sarai Black