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[06 Jun 2008|08:55am] |
[Private to self]
My apprentices have owled me this morning and informed me that the wine business is good this year. It was a wise decision then that I had waited for this time of year before instructing the release of our stocks as well as ship them to the America for the first time instead of releasing them early this year without a plan whatsoever like my Father had wished. New York it seems, is a big fan of wine. There is a convention of sorts and my men are encouraging me to join. I doubt I'd have time to enter, however. Doing such requires monitoring the wine standings constantly, and I cannot gamble my time for such things. Academics need more attention...
Which reminds me, I direly need to visit the Library.
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[Blaise]
You're quiet. It makes me nervous. Talk.
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I am wondering if anyone happens to know origami?
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[07 May 2008|11:31pm] |
[Hexed Extremely Private to Self.]
My very recent conversation with Zabini got me thinking. Who do I... like? fancy? It seems that any other term I'll try to address the issue as is rather inappropriate. Being single has never been an issue with me. I believe it shouldn't become a real concern for anyone in their right mind. Who needs a partner, when one is most contented in peaceful isolation? And Merlin knows how skilled I am in making myself scarce if I wished to.
Silence has been good to me; it has left plenty of room for self-reflection. Who's to say that is such a bad thing? Still, considering the future, I do need an heir to carry the Nott name. I would need a suitable wife- one that is of course pure of blood, a woman who would make me feel that vulnerability is not the most horrible predicament and someone who would allow living the rest of my life bearable. Love, of course is a luxury I wouldn't even dream of reaching, though I suppose it wouldn't be too awful. That is, of course if my affections are reciprocated. Look what happened to my mother. Until I find someone who would be most willing to spare me from any form of hurt, I'd rather think of more important things.
It's now once again that time of the year, where my Father sends me Champagne from the Vineyard. He does this annually, and everytime I wonder how the package gets in without any interferance from the staff. Hogwarts, I must salute you for leading when it comes to ensuring student security.
[Slytherin Allies.]
Three bottles of wine are left chilled under my bed. I would need decent companions to critique our newest stock from the vineyard. To those interested, I would appreciate a speedy reply.
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