Tread softly.

[lupercusna]

We are home.

Harry has gone back to school, as well as Sirius, leaving the house empty and hollow. I'm closing everything up and going back to Hogsmeade to give Gavin instructions on running the shop for a bit, and then I am going back to London to visit with Charlie, and look in on Fred. I don't know what to do. There isn't anything to be done, though I would like to find the people responsible and tear them apart. It would not bring George back, or Charlie.

I have had it with certain people who cannot keep their fat mouths shut during times such as these. People who speak with obvious guilt, though I don't think guilt is the right word for it, because that would imply regret for one's actions and I don't think this particular creature is capable of basic human emotion beyond being an enormous jackass. The sheer lack of tact being displayed is sickening, and I suggest that those sorts of people keep a great distance from other sorts of people, if they would like to maintain the same number of body openings that they were born with.

This weekend an author by the name of Diana Prevaleça is making an appearance at Wherebooks. She writes self-help guides and the like. I hope that I will have more enthusiasm for this later, but for now I simple wish I didn't have to bother. I don't really want to do much of anything, at the moment. Though I wouldn't mind nipping out to Hogwarts to see Sirius, and Harry. I wish I didn't have to let either out of my sight.

Italy was lovely. I have a tan for the first time in my life, and Sirius taught Harry how to surf.

I have to go now.

Comments

[blondenarcissa.livejournal.com]

I, unlike other people I know, do not run away. I am merely giving you space until you calm down enough to approach me in a rational manner.

You require directness of me?

Fine, Remus.

You are lashing out at me without having taken the time to analyse specific situations from all angles. I suggest you do a bit of revisement and hold your tongue lest you bite it off.

[lupercusna]

You want me to be rational? Fine. I am rationally disappointed and disgusted with you and your family, and your behaviour after the attack on the Weasleys. You are so shallow that I have hit my head on this conversation. You obviously have no feelings in that cold, hard shell you call a body. You are a statue, of stone and no substance, pleasant to look at but entirely useless otherwise. An ornament.

I thought very highly of you at one time but after reading the things you have had to say over the last few days, I can see that I was an idiot. I never should have hoped you could be more than what you actually are. I never should have thought you weren't anything like the family you married into.

I give up. Have a nice life, Mrs Malfoy. I hope the Mark matches your decor.

[blondenarcissa.livejournal.com]

I am beyond horrified at your crass and base behavior. If you are so quick to judge me, Remus, then you are certainly not the man that I have held in such high esteem for a very long time. To think that I have trusted you and confided in you to only have you turn around and think the worst of me on a seeming whim and without a scrap of validation!

If you have intended to hurt me with your words, Remus, then you shall be pleased to know that you have done so. I am no statue. I am no ornament. I am a Peltier and I am not to be trifled with.

You are not an idiot by any means but, by Merlin, you are an obstinate ass. I do hope you are satisfied with yourself, as I would be ashamed of myself were I you.

Have a pleasant day, Remus, and do mind your silver intake. I would be melancholy otherwise.

[lupercusna]

The day you are melancholy for any other reason than a broken nail will be a red letter day indeed.

If you think I've no cause to feel this way I suggest you take a good, hard look at yourself and the things you said before you try to play the martyr here.

As I said, I am disappointed in you. And I am done.

[blondenarcissa.livejournal.com]

This conversation is over.