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[17 May 2011|10:46pm] |
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bah
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[26 Apr 2010|08:30pm] |
Mother is driving me mad. I don't see why father can't carry me to my dress fittings. The woman is insufferable. She is always pratteling on and on. I do suppose my intollerence of her stems from me always being at father's knee growing up. I never developed a true relationship with her like Cissa did. That or she likes fussing over my every little decision in hopes she can scare me off into the arms of some ungraceful piece of filth. It is just upsetting that she tells me to get whatever I want then commences to tell me each time I pick something out how wretched it is. "You can't wear ivory, Bellatrix, what will people think!?" They will think that I have a pale complexion and will look far better in it that is what they will think. Or they will think I am some slag, either way I will not be seen in white on a day I am expected to look my best.
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[28 Oct 2009|06:46pm] |
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The only thing I am sure of in this horrid place is that I might die of boredom. Do you think poor dumpy, gold toothed Rita acquired a short attention span? Maybe she acquired some class? Maybe I will start hugging mudbloods? The world is full of possibilities.
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[19 Oct 2009|11:19pm] |
Almost two weeks in this hell hole and still nothing of worth to do but make two people dance around like baffoons. The problem is I refuse to let them dance around like baffoons. I have been researching dance because I refuse to do this poorly. Whether or not my dancers execute it properly isn't my fault though it does speak badly of me.
I also would like all that keep looking so horribly at me to stop. I have done nothing to you no matter what time you are from. With that said if you continue to look at me in such a way you can make certain something will be done to you.
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[06 Oct 2009|01:09pm] |
This is such a farce. I am expected to live with a filthy mudblood and choreograph dancing for what exactly? I don't dance. I play the harp. The only good thing out of this is I am not expected to deal with Rodolphus. If I never see that man again it will be too soon. Further more this hovel is unacceptable. It is smaller than my bedroom.
[Private to The Dark Lord]
Are you here my lord? If so I would seek your guidance in this horrible place.
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