Nwfairy: Don't hurt yourself, floors can be dangerous nowadays.
Zodiac1805: Thank you. I feel all warm and fuzzy. Eh, maybe that's the cat. . .
Kiabella the Nobody Goddess: I'm trying. I think inspiration got stuck in a traffic jam.
02.09.?
Location: Great hall.
Occupation: Writing in journal.
Mood: Dumbfounded and irritated.
I just received a letter from mother. Rather disturbing.
My darling Draco,
Your father is still in Azkaban, poor little dear. I might send him some incense sticks soon that cell can't be too pleasant. I must also admit that the cuisine isn't all that tasteful either. Azkaban just doesn't live up to it's name any more.
I am terribly lonely at the moment, my Draco. The manor is so large without children running around in it. When are you planning on settling down? Soon you will be far beyond your sell by date and then no woman will look twice at you.
Mrs Parkinson has a charming daughter, I do believe that she is in your year, a Slytherin too. What a match!
Ms Parkinson is really a rare find. Do you know her? She has lovely blue eyes, is, quite fortunately blonde, her face is small, and adorably pressed together. She is short, we can't have her towering over you, can we? And of course, of a elite pureblood family. I do believe that she is related to your uncle Rupert.
Your father has composed a list of characteristics that a Malfoy bride must posses.
Blonde hair.
Average height.
Limited intelligence.
Pure blood.
Manners.
Money.
Blue or grey eyes.
Absence of ambition.
Lack of free will.
Make sure that you find someone soon sweetheart!
Mother.
PS. Your goldfish is looking peaky.
Pansy, charming. HA! Related to my uncle? Inbred! Blonde? Dyed! Pressed face? Look! They're practically threatening me with killing off a goldfish that died when I was eight.
Like I'm going to marry a Malfoy wannabe, that'll just encourage them.
Boy, you would do well to respect your parents wishes. But don't.
Ample advise.
In the eyes of the beholder, boy.
Do you read romantic poetry?
No, why?
You are very. . . Eloquent.
Really? What does that have to do with romantic poetry? I might ask you why you think that, surely you do not read it yourself?
No, mother does though.
Do not remind me, boy.
Breakfast is soon over, my body guards are still gorging themselves, but I don't need them to go to Charms.
Location: Charms classroom.
Occupation: sobering Charms.
Mood: bored.
I never thought that Charms could be a boring subject. But Sobering Charms? People want to stay drunk, not the other way around.
But classes with just Slytherins are awfully uninteresting. Pansy is trying to catch my attention by giving me winks and flashing large smiles in my direction. Adorably pressed face. Ha! Pressed. Pansy? Oh please, save me from mothers delusional fantasies.
Damnit, I forgot the charm.
As soon as the bell rings I'm going to have to hasten away from my ever growing adoring fan club. Last time they almost got me, but godfather rescued me. God forbid that I ever fall into their hands. Then again they might start killing themselves in their eagerness to be Mrs Malfoy.
Obviously they have never met my mother.
I refuse to marry anyone who has any of the characteristics on the list.
I like annoying father. The vein on his forehead gives me never ending amusement. Just as long as I stay away from bathtubs, ponds, ropes, cutlery, swords and ballpoints.
Eh, got to hasten away.
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A/N: Yes! Another chapter from The supreme grand master. Gimme lotsa reviews.
