Pansy, you still around?
I only have two words for you fair journal, pink martini. Several hours ago I decided to walk down to the village to both pass the time and
torture small children to see it one last time before school starts. Right on the corner of the main road that leads into the town, across from the village chapel, is this sort of run down pub called the Sweet Apple. Now, I have never stepped foot into this establishment before because well its awfully dirty and we all know how I get about dirt. Look I'm blonde and pale... I'm like white carpet, I show every stain. That didn't come out right. Anyways, I was bored so I decided to brave the unknown (very Gryffindor of me...I think I need to speak with my therapist about that) and entered the run down tavern. It wasn't half bad. The barmaid who ran the place was actually fairly attractive, although she had red hair that reminded me a lot of the Weasel (to which I still shudder and image Uncle Severus in a thong instead). Well after several pints of Guinness, and well several shots of what she calls "Red Headed Whore of Babylon", to which I still have no idea what's in it (acid I would image), she makes this really odd drink she calls a 'Pink Martini'. As you can image it was well pink, which I don't mind all that much, except on me; pink and I, are old enemies. Pink and I have been rivals since I was a small tot really. Anyways I digress. The Martini was mind blowing. I swear my mouth was orgasming. Of course by the time I finished it I was not all there in the head, if you get my drift. Somehow I ended up back home with some elf handing me hangover potions and Sober-Me-Ups and well now it's unfortunately over. But my point is, I'm desperate to know what the hell is in a 'Pink Martini'??? I can't go back to the village because it's well past midnight and that barmaid is gone (I don't remember if she ever told me where she lived) and I won't have time in the morning seeing how mother's obsessed with leaving the house early. I must make it my goal this year to use Hannah's wanking spell on...several unnamed individuals and to find out what in the blasted name was in that 'Pink Martini'. I must have more.
In other un-related news, I can’t sleep. Those horrible dreams are back and I have nothing to distract myself with. I wonder if the dungeon is unlocked? No, last time I was down there, rats had taken over the place and there was this hideous picture of what Muggles call a clown plastered up on one of the walls. I have no idea why he put it up there. Whenever I asked him he’d tell me that it was none of my business and to never touch it. I think I’ll go to the library instead and see if there are any new books. Several years ago, Father had a special bookcase installed that allowed his private Collectors to automatically give him the books they had purchased for him. Every once and a while, they actually send him something decent. Earlier this summer I found a somewhat…enlightening book on potions that might just come in handy this year.