Hard work

[alt_draco]

I'm excited about tomorrow. I'm not certain I'll be able to sleep tonight. I've spent the last several nights working on gifts for both our Lord Protector and Mother because Mother's birthday is nevermind. Anyway, I hope the Lord likes it, because I made it, which most people agree means that I worked hard and that my gift comes from the heart. It also made me grateful for my charmed stay-in-the-line coloured pencils, since I'm not as good as drawing as I should be. Definitely not as good as the wizards that make the Martin Miggs comics. Maybe they're not talented at all and use a spell, though? There are spells that can make you good at lots of things.

I'm doing really well in Charms these past few weeks. Father, do you think that when you are here for the festivities that we could have some private discussion? I would like to talk with you in person about some things, like Abraxan horses and...well, I'm not sure yet, but there will be other things I'll want to talk about, I think.

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[alt_lucius]

Friday is bound to be hectic, Draco, and I've a few matters that really must be seen to while we are there ... but yes, I suppose I shall be able to free myself to speak with you, if you like.

... You're not going to ask for an Abraxan for Christmas, I hope?

[alt_pansy]

Should I give our Lord a present?

[alt_lucius]

You, Miss Parkinson, should keep your head down, I think, rather than attract more attention to yourself.

I've asked Professor McGonagall for the opportunity to meet privately with you as well.

[alt_pansy]

Yes, sir. I will stay away from the feast if you think I should.

[alt_draco]

No, I want a new broomstick for Christmas. I just thought you could tell me about Abraxans, that's all. Since you know a lot about them.

[alt_lucius]

Is that all? Draco, I do not know whether I shall have much patience luxury for a trivial discussion, however pleasant it might be.

I can spare you a quarter hour, if that is to be our topic.

[alt_draco]

Okay, Father.