Sometimes I feel like fanon!Draco
Jun. 26th, 2003 12:04 pmWalking down the street, head held up high. The black clothes clash with my pale skin, my grey eyes hidden under sunglasses. People turn their heads when I walk. I guess the combination of the supreme arrogance and my height do the job well.
Attending my mom's soirees. Hosting people, saying the appropriate things, pretending to enjoy some expensive wine, talking to people three times my age like they're my equals. It works. They love me.
Going to events, wearing expensive jewellery and designer clothes, ignoring other annoying people.
Thinking what the hell do I have to do here and please God I don't want to see that horrible conductor again. Cause I just might slap him. Then people will remember me as the girl who slapped the classical music world's next star. I really want to slap him, though.
I'm sick and tired of doing these things.
I'm sick of hosting, sick of the wine, sick of the food, sick of the people. Sick of my parents, my family, my life.
Harry saves me from that.
I go and read OotP and hurt for him, I go and read fabulous fanfiction (some of it you people write :)), I go and discuss the HP universe in light, cheery tones. It makes me feel less hollow. And there are some people here that make me laugh when all other things don't. :)
I love this fandom with all my heart, I really do. I once thought that classical music, which is rooted so deep within me by now, could fill my world. It didn't. HP helps that. You people sometimes save me from my own tired little world, you bring light into it. When I have you at my back, I can go and sing all day long and study boring subjects because I know that in the night, when my parents are blissfully asleep, I can do whatever the hell I want. They don't care, and I don't care that they don't care.
And then they try to crush my little world. They try to belittle my enjoyment of this fandom, they doubt people's writing abilities. They ignore the sheer power of this fandom to influence practically the whole world. They fail to understand, that this group of people influences JKR in so many ways, in seeps into her writing.
They deny me the pleasure of traveling to the US and go to Nimbus. My happiness is not of importance, it seems, only their own selfish delight. They like tormenting me and keep my hopes up till the very last minute, and they wake me up with the bad news.
Lovely parents, aren't they.
Right now I'm going to stay away from these dumb motherfuckers till they go to fucking US and leave me alone, even if it's only for 2 fucking weeks.
Excuse me as I go and break something fragile, preferrably some of my father's wine glasses.
Attending my mom's soirees. Hosting people, saying the appropriate things, pretending to enjoy some expensive wine, talking to people three times my age like they're my equals. It works. They love me.
Going to events, wearing expensive jewellery and designer clothes, ignoring other annoying people.
Thinking what the hell do I have to do here and please God I don't want to see that horrible conductor again. Cause I just might slap him. Then people will remember me as the girl who slapped the classical music world's next star. I really want to slap him, though.
I'm sick and tired of doing these things.
I'm sick of hosting, sick of the wine, sick of the food, sick of the people. Sick of my parents, my family, my life.
Harry saves me from that.
I go and read OotP and hurt for him, I go and read fabulous fanfiction (some of it you people write :)), I go and discuss the HP universe in light, cheery tones. It makes me feel less hollow. And there are some people here that make me laugh when all other things don't. :)
I love this fandom with all my heart, I really do. I once thought that classical music, which is rooted so deep within me by now, could fill my world. It didn't. HP helps that. You people sometimes save me from my own tired little world, you bring light into it. When I have you at my back, I can go and sing all day long and study boring subjects because I know that in the night, when my parents are blissfully asleep, I can do whatever the hell I want. They don't care, and I don't care that they don't care.
And then they try to crush my little world. They try to belittle my enjoyment of this fandom, they doubt people's writing abilities. They ignore the sheer power of this fandom to influence practically the whole world. They fail to understand, that this group of people influences JKR in so many ways, in seeps into her writing.
They deny me the pleasure of traveling to the US and go to Nimbus. My happiness is not of importance, it seems, only their own selfish delight. They like tormenting me and keep my hopes up till the very last minute, and they wake me up with the bad news.
Lovely parents, aren't they.
Right now I'm going to stay away from these dumb motherfuckers till they go to fucking US and leave me alone, even if it's only for 2 fucking weeks.
Excuse me as I go and break something fragile, preferrably some of my father's wine glasses.