cau_demelza (cau_demelza) wrote in causatum_rpg, @ 2008-02-18 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | * february 1999, - owl, demelza robins, ginny weasley, ~ complete |
Owl: to Ginny
Date: February 18th, 1999
Characters: Demelza Robins, Ginny Weasley
Location: St. Ives, Cornwall to the Burrow
Private/Public: Private
Rating: TBA
Summary: Demelza's busted, bored and broke.
Completion: InComplete
Dearest Ginny, Best Friend For Life;
So, I'm in Cornwall. Yes, Cornwall. See, I bumped into someone (quite literally, and he was kind of fit, even if he spilt beer on my robes. The buying me lunch made up for it, though) at the Leaky, and for some reason my little brain decided that it would be nice to catch a train all the way out to Cornwall. Yes, a train. Yes, by myself. Yes, to Cornwall. And, yes, without informing my brothers.
Don't ask. This is my brain we're talking about. It doesn't think like most people's do.
So at around one in the morning, whilst I was safely tucked in bed, guess who comes Apparating by to pound on the front door? You guessed it! Trystan the Tyrant! Alas, it was only a flying visit. Just to yell at me for being irresponsible for a couple of hours, grow hoarse, leave instructions to put me under house-arrest before heading home again. And then Dad turned on me for not being entirely truthful. Even though he didn't question me about whether I got permission to see him. Because, of course, daughters need permission to see their fathers all the time. Where's the Robins' men's secretrary? I'll leave a note now.
So, the whole "let's get away for an impromptu lark" plot failed dismally, and I'm being punished by suffering Dad's girlfriend's presence during mealtimes. She simpers like no one I've ever met before, including whatsherface from Ravenclaw.
If the twins didn't win out the "we're of age in the Wizarding World, so we CAN drink that scotch now!" arguement years ago, I'm sure I'd be damning this situation all the more.
The rum makes everything seem a little bit on the funny side, though, so I'll stop writing now.
The bad news is, I'm won't be coming back home for a couple of days yet, unless of course you demand my presence right away, in which case, I can only oblige. Dad will just have to understand.
The other bad news is, I used up the last of my money buying ice-cream for Dad's stupid, simpering girlfriend, because she forgot her purse. Ugh. Please tell me I will never grow up to be that twitty. Why can't Dad and the twins pick girls like Ella? Honestly. Maybe if Trystan was seeing someone as fabulous as her, he'd stop being so tyrannical.
Send me news about how you are. Actually, just send me news. Life out here is slow, and I don't get the Prophet.
I love you!
Demelza.