Well. I suppose summer is about to be over, isn't it? It's a shame, really. I can't say that I'll be sad to be leaving home, but I can't say that I'll be happy to return to Hogwarts. I can say, though, with quite a degree of certainty, that this has been quite possibly the worst summer that I can remember.
No more than a week into hols and Father and Christian had to dash off to Greece to keep an eye on the stores. The Ministry shut down the one in Knockturn... Father was grumbling about Arthur Weasley and that silly little Muggle department, but I'm not sure about all that. It's not really all that important.
What's important is that it left me, alone, in this house, with my mother.
No shopping excursions to Paris, no Milan, no Amsterdam. Rather than coming home, Leslie decided to spend her summer break with friends, which meant I had absolutely no escape.
The tea parties and dinner parties and brunches and lunches were endless. I did make out with several new party dresses and purses and the like, but honestly. I've never cared too much for my mother's friends, aside from Narcissa.
I've got to go shopping soon for new books and such. Mother cheerfully volunteered to come with me, but I think I'd rather Floo myself before she wakes up, as horrid as that method of travel is. Regardless, she won't be up before brunch tomorrow. I don't know what it is with these people and giving my mother wine, but she certainly hasn't refused any.
Oh dear. Looks like I'm needed downstairs. No, I certainly can't say I'll miss being home.