| 11 Sept 1942 |
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There's a wedding this weekend at the Malfoy's - two, if my sources are correct - and I have no idea what's going on because I'm stuck out here making sure my precious daughter doesn't get any more dangerous ideas about what is and isn't suitable to take to a Muggle school.
The only person I know who's even likely to be there is my brother-in-law, and it's not like he'd ever tell me anything really interesting. Pity. I'm sure Gabrielle would love to know what's going on there in her absence. Nothing her son should be exposed to, I'm sure. After all, everybody knows what the Zabinis are like.
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| 8 Sept 1942 |
[18 Sep 2007|07:14pm] |
Oh dear lord, what does Gabrielle think she is up to? Having a husband who prefers the company of others is hardly uncommon, but one simply doesn't go around advertising it. If she wants to discredit her husband, there are much better ways to go about it. A whisper here, a look there - all publicly denied, of course - and rumour would do her work for her. Subtlety was never her strong suit, though. So long as she surrounds herself with idiots like Hyacinthe who hang on her every word, she will never learn.
I do wonder what Lalage was thinking, publishing that so soon after the Quibbler was shut down. I would not be surprised if her intent is to have Gabrielle publicly destroy herself.
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