Robert Frobisher (sincerely_rf) wrote in valarnet, @ 2013-01-29 13:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, robert frobisher |
Went upstairs to try and find milk for cereal and got cornered by my mother. She thinks, for some reason, I need to go to therapy (if any of you knew my mother, you'd see the humor in this). Told her I absolutely will not be going, she said she just wants me to be a happy young man. Not wanting to miss any opportunity, I said, quite like a petulant child, that a puppy would make me happy.
She looked at me with what I think was a look of her remembering her version of myself as a youth. And said all right.
So now tomorrow after I'm done my morning private, my mother is taking me to buy a puppy. There are very few words to describe how pleased I am, needlessly to say I might have shrieked like a little girl.
(Also, Draco, you can be the first one to come over and visit him. Har har har.)