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[28 Aug 2002|09:02am]
[ mood | pleased ]

Well. The summer was not a complete and horrible bore after all. A few days after a certain incident, when I was a touch sore (but entirely healthy, magicked recovery is the only way), the parents surprised me with rather delightful news.

I do believe it was all an attempt to salvage their shitty marriage, and they believed time away from the stress and bore of work and this life could help. Certainly after an incident, mother felt father needed time away. Therefore, they arranged a trip to the Caribbeans.

Accompanying us was Narcissa and her family, and Alice. I am under the impression she had had to come along due to her disgraceful parents managing their messy affairs.

The trip itself was enjoyable. Unlike what someone may say, I am very aware of the fact I have sensitive skin. I was quite fond of "Sebastian's Sunblock, guarenteed not to ooze or oil! (Can hardly tell it's on at all!)" The joys of the brand is simply that it is hardly a lotion. There is no oily texture or dripping, once it's on it might as well not be--but full protection from the sun ensured. Magicked to do so, of course.

The beach had more than it's share of eye candy, and I'll leave it at that. It's not hard to guess how Narcissa occupied herself, judging from the noise that came from her room. I amused myself with just enjoying the view at the beach, and whether you care to interpret 'view' as the ocean or those -in- the ocean, it is certainly up to you.

[Gryffindor Block]
I was most kind in informing the parents when they later inquired that we had been making the noise in Narcissa's room, so as to save her any trouble. You'd think she would be grateful, but no..
[Gryffindor Block]

Unfortunately, towards the end of the week someone replaced the sunblock in my bottle with "Sebastion's Hand Lotion." I have sensitve skin. I turned very red. I do suspect someone, who really ought to have been more grateful. Not a problem, mendable by certain salves and the like, but still humiliating while it lasted. I spent my time in my room, or at one of the village things.

[Gryffindor Block]
Did have a nice discussion with Alice while holed in my room during the lobster days.
[Gryffindor Block]

Well, it was certainly entertaining. So good to get out of the house, horrible I'm back again.

Now, End.
Lucius

[6] poisoned fools - pet the snake

[18 Aug 2002|04:26am]
[ mood | sore ]

[People Block]
Well. I had known enough to avoid just walking out the front door as that would be a little obvious, I should think. My room is on the second floor but an oak tree has grown along side it--branches often threaten to tear through my windows. They would indeed do so if not for the magic applied to the glass. Well, I thought I might be very careful and quiet in climbing down that way, and thus finding my way to Narcissa's.

Quite odd, the man. Honestly, what he was doing standing beneath my window at this time of night is beyond me.

I am sore and capable of recognizing a want of rest and attention of the medical kind, so I'll give you a nice G-rated summary. He was angry (for whatever reason, it is quite beyond me). Red is a frequent color along with purple and blue, and the word 'broken' could very well apply for certain support structures. Mother had a fit, of course, and when we hobbled inside she began throwing bottles of antique wines at him. Would have been amusing if I wasn't in pain at the time.

They had both passed out from comparable raving fits of some sort. She's taking me to the family physician tomorrow. Magic is certainly a good thing, inconvenient this wait. And since I'll get a pathetic little warning if I do anything by -wand- I have to pretend I know what the hell I'm doing otherwise. Too much pain I am in too sleep, too tired to focus on tending to myself. Convenient.

Certainly an eventful evening. I wish when father had these fits he would try and be a little more discreet. But if I'm going to go on about wishing things, would the list end?

Ah, well. Bloody awful pain. Better than sitting around with nothing to do? Ask me tomorrow.

Now, End.
Lucius

[End People Block]

[1] poisoned fool - pet the snake

[17 Aug 2002|11:21pm]
[ mood | cold ]

[People block]
Well that was very odd. Unexpected yet not at all. Father hit me, again. It isn't anything new, really, and not all that shocking but this was one of those uncanny almost unmerited times? I was reclining on my bed in my bedroom when he walked in. Now, the funny thing about these moments is that he never actually looks angry. He always seems a bit cool, calm, and distant. As instructed to since I was old enough to understand, I stood when he entered. It was rather sudden, and before I knew it his fist was sending both my head and self into the nearest wall. And then he turned around and walked out. Those are always the oddest. I know that is bruising, he nearly cracked my jaw and my lip split. Pretty good shape for his age, it's almost commendable. Eitherway, I'll need to cover the bruise and swell with something. I might head over to Narcissa's, I'll admit to her gentle hand in this sort. Satan, but that stings.
[End People Block]

Well besides that minor detail. I did pretty much the same this day. I woke early, felt in the mood for a run and thus indulged that desire. I showered upon my return, ate some breakfast--Mother smashed another bottle of perfume and the elves had been preparing breakfast at the time and thus were delayed in cleaning it. I do not think I'll ever forget that horrible smell and we had to walk around very carefully to avoid stepping on glass--and played chess. And then that small thing slid by. At least I've something to do.

Perhaps better than sitting around with nothing to do? Off to Narcissa. Might engage in that quaint old thing of tossing pebbles at her window, especially because I'd rather not deal with Aunt and Uncle.

Now, End.
Lucius.

pet the snake

[12 Aug 2002|01:25am]
[ mood | cold ]

Truly frightening is when life becomes so irreversibly dull one finds a job appealing. Unfortunately, even if I desired to dirty my hands with one, my parents forbid it. Strange it is that they seem content to let me rot in my room all day. I suspect they would prefer I get so mind-numbingly bored that I have to resort to the attentions of my darling cousin? Well, if that is so, I am quite on to them.

I woke up a little after dawn today and surprised myself for having a want to move my legs. Therefore I took a rather long run, alternating between a near dash and jog for about an hour and a half. It certainly served as something to entertain myself, that is for sure. After I returned home (admittedly dripping with perspiration) I showered. I noted that I had then used the last of my shampoo and had a brief thought to ask mother for sickels to buy more. I would commonly have had her purchase them, but considering my lack of things to do, I no longer minded the idea of buying it myself.

I dressed in a pair of dark grey slacks and a loose, button-up dress shirt. The top button is missing so until the bloody house-elves shape up and repair it, I'll have to wear this as is. As I wasn't exactly going out for breakfast, I limited footwear to cotton socks. Mother had not prepared anything and had had most of the house-elves cleaning up a perfume bottle she had chucked at Father as he was leaving (he closed the door just in time, horrible mess). I was left to actually toast and butter the bread. Not that I haven't before but it was certainly an irritation. Unfortunate that I cannot say it was a drawback.. It was not a drawback as there was nothing for it to keep me from. Blast.

I read some silly fictional novel and then thumbed through my fifth year potions book. I played chess. It is quite possible to do it alone and not all that difficult to enchant the color opposing your own to play as if it were a qualified person controlling them. A difficult spell my father tends to perform for me, but I had watched him enough to get the general idea. Of course, being inexperienced at the spell, the game was nowhere near as challenging as it tends to be.

Then,[Block of All] mother drunk herself into a sobbing sleep again so [End Block] I fished through mother's purse and retrieved my overdue allowance, taking the Knight Bus to the shop that held my preferred brand of shampoo. I had quite a lot of money left and bought myself two chocolates and a bag of Bertie Bott's Beans. Asking for and receiving a plastic bag, I put my purchases into it and rode the Knight Bus home.

Mother had a fit when I returned, shrieking some nonsense about not knowing where I was. As if I need to leave a note for her convenience? I ignored her rambling, and have since been in my room.

How dull.

Now, End.
Lucius

[4] poisoned fools - pet the snake

[06 Aug 2002|05:58pm]
This will be short, I'm still resisting the urge to vomit.

Loathe when they visit, I really do.

Getting out, need air, more later.

Now, End.
Lucius
[1] poisoned fool - pet the snake

[27 Jul 2002|11:00pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

How utterly drab.

There is very, very little to do. It seems most of my friends are either vacationing or working. A job begins to hold an appeal. That is, to spend the time I seem to be unable to fill.

Not that I would. Yet, there are only so many times one can venture down to a Hogsmeade store and ask for eleven in a set of twelve.. Purchase seventeen hundred quaffles, demand to see each, and then decide they simply aren't for you.

Utterly miserable. I need to occupy myself with something. Therefore, I plan to abandon this piteous journal for this hour, get lost in Hogsmeade. Butterbeer is sounding quite appetizing.

Now, End.
Lucius

[5] poisoned fools - pet the snake

Ah. Summer. [09 Jul 2002|08:04am]
[ mood | amused ]

The Hogwarts period has ended for the time being. Oh, glory.

I'm under the impression quiet a few of the Gryffin Goons have employed themselves in Hogsmeade. A few of my own comrades have, for that matter.

I considered the same for all of a moment. As if I really need a job, want a job--for that matter, as if my parents would let me.

All the same, it'll be absolutely fantastic to loiter about. I wonder if any will be wearing aprons? Classic.

Now, End.
Lucius

pet the snake

Ridiculous. [25 May 2002|10:11pm]
[ mood | cold ]

Despicable. Of course, those to peruse this journal--filthy hands not deserving to breathe on it--might wonder exactly what is so provoking of my animosity. Soon to be announced, this I assure you.

They seem to truly think that I took the idea of a journal from them--simply because they had not found mine before present says little. I had simply opted to keep it private, on paper and out of sight. Nevermind why I chose this new option for my twenty-first--it's an experiment. If it fails, it fails. They (I assume you know of who I speak, the four-plus numbskulls in an opposing house) ought not have the privilege of pondering the concept of my journal. A shame they insist upon going as far as -reading- it--breaking all boundaries set for my general health. Filth, you must understand, makes me ill. Shame.

Another shame to be noted is the poor performance of my comrades. Not only have both been fooled quite a number of times by the idiots in Gryffindor, they have failed to devise a worthy retaliation. Beyond piteous--it's unacceptable. I must talk to Summers and Snape about this.

At present I must pause--a first year looked at me oddly in the halls today, I feel it necessary to set fire to his books.

Now, End.
Lucius

[4] poisoned fools - pet the snake

Hn. [25 May 2002|05:37am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

It is horridly early, but a day's passing only allows such a number of hours before cease. Thus, I feel that if I do away with the scribing into my journal at this time, I need not be bothered by it at a later date.

I was not conned into doing this by some idiot companion, nor was I in anyway influenced by the Gryffindor Goons to do this. This is my twenty-first journal, in a set of many. I've kept quite a number over the years, finding it a valuable object. No, it is not queer--certainly not as would be interpretated like the actions of the Faggot Four. I feel the need to explain all this simple because this is the first page.

Now, End.
Lucius

[9] poisoned fools - pet the snake

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