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Magdalene Trinity Longbottom

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[Dec. 28th, 2005|04:46 pm]
Magdalene Trinity Longbottom
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So I ended up going with Draco...yup. He Flooed to the Inn around 7-ish and was all, "Wow, you look great in orange. Sorry I doubted you!" I introduced him to dad as my 'partner' for the dance, and Will and Bret just HAD to come over. Bret was off his rocker at me- I hope he'll forgive me...Hawk and Baker were there, and they took my light-saber (I've got a green one) from my room and tried to bash him with it. Hawk got a can of silly string and tried to chase him around the house. You should've seen Draco! He was running 'round like a chicken with its head lopped off, because he can't do any magic. So, after that, we took the Knight Bus (how charming, right?) to the Leaky Cauldron. That's where he gave me this pretty corsage that had autumn leaves (I have no clue where he got the leves in the middle of December) and a lily on it. Oh, and i had my hair up and curled- it looked really well, I should've taken pictures. Well, me- being the smart one- asked him why I didn't get to meet his family. He said I'd be better off dead than showing my face at Malfoy Manor. That's when I shut up. So, from the Leaky Cauldron, a limo picked us up and took us to London Station. On the train, he was talking to me about the Dark Arts- "You know, they aren't as bad as everyone says. I mean, EVERYONE would laugh if they saw someone dumb enough to let a hair-grip kill them, or let a shoe beat the sodding crap out of them, right?" I didn't answer. I had three bags full of gifts for ALL my friends, and when we got there I was like, "LET ME ESCAPE!!!" Of course, I didn't shout this out loud, but if you could hear thoughts...So anyway, I saw all my friends and was like, "Hi! I'm here! Yay! Presents!"- they all stared at me like I was dirt (even Ben!) and then Wood said, "We don't want you hanging around us if you're going to mess with his bloody type!" Neville didn't even help me- he just sat there, 'entranced' by Susan. So I had it. I threw down the gifts, said, "Happy F-ing Christmas!" and stormed out.
Sat by the lake for fifteen minutes before HE showed up. He looked down at me and said, "I didn't ask you to the Ball so you could sit in the lawn like the useless Mudblood dirtbag you are. I asked you because there's a few good people in my House that fancy you and a couple of your 'friends'- I'll NOT mention any names- and I wanted to show them that they can't have something unless I say so." I just sat there, crying, like I hadn't even heard him, and he grabs my arm, yanks me up and goes- "Maggie, who sodding cares what your friends think?! You came with me because this was your first Ball, and you wanted to go! So don't sit here feeling sorry for yourself- get in there and dance!" He took out his wand, zapped the mud off my bum, and shoved me into the Great Hall. And we danced. Like we couldn't stop. It was fun, until the memory of everyone staring at me came back. I threw up. Not in the Hall, mind you. Outside, nearly in HIS lap. He was sitting there, looking half-digusted, half-pitying patting my back and going, "It's...er...okay. For God's sake how much puke can you have in you? Oh! Umm...it'll be fine, you'll see...something...great times...er...yeah." So I stopped throwing up and enjoyed the rest of my night dancing in the darkest corner possible with Draco. After the Ball, I went home and sat in my room. Did nothing but sit. An owl came in through my window. I still sat. It bit me three times. I took the letter, paid it, and sat back down.
"To Maggie:
You think because you went to the Ball with Draco that he WANTS you now?! Just wait. When you come back, be ready."
Pansy sent that to me. Then another one came.
"Maggie,
Wow. I thought better of you.
~Hermione"
"Er...Maggie.
Malfoy?!?! MALFOY?!?!?! HOW COULD YOU GO WITH MALFOY?!? HE'S A PATHETIC SLIME BALL!!! A WORTHLESS BAG OF...BOOGIES!!! HOW COULD YOU- Ron"
"Magda,
Ummm...s-sorry I d-didn't help you out. Thanks for that Herbology book, and the Hungarian Horntail-hide gloves, and the silver prodding device. Love Nev"
"MaggBeth!
You went with Draco?! Ewww, cooties! Hey, thanks for the Quidditch action figures- the Krum one is my favourite! Draco- ugh. Krum- sweet!
Love, Bennicus Dramaticus"
"Maggie,
Gross.
Lavender Brown"
"Maggie,
OMG, tell me EVERYTHING when you get back! I need to know ALL the juicy details!
Parvati"
"Magda,
We heard from Cedric that you went with Draco. Weird. A Malfoy?! Magdalene, babe, that's sacrilegious (almost). So, we figured you're getting hate mail- A LOT-, and we just wanted to send this letter to let you know that we will always love you, even if you went to the Ball with a slimy, malicious prat.
Love Forever, Logan and Test O'Flaherty, your unimaginably cool cousins."
My life sucks. But not as much as Tsunami victims...
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[User Picture]From: cuteascanbe
2005-12-28 11:15 pm (UTC)
Um... Tsunami victims?
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[User Picture]From: tashathegreat
2005-12-29 08:57 pm (UTC)
How do these Test and Logan people know Cedric? And erm...I don't hate you I just think it was a bad choice and you gave a little bit more information than I would care for.
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