09:01 pm - 001
You know, I'm all for peace and love, and fish and chips--but this is ridiculous. My mum is thrilled with the decree, I think she suspects I'd never get married, and ever since the twins did, she's been poking and prodding me to 'settle down, Birdie.' Mothers can be very silly things. (Especially since she was the one who ran away from an arranged marriage to marry Da.)
Da, on the other hand, is being a father and declaring no one is good enough for me.
I really don't think the Minister wants us to be happy. Arranged marriages are horrible things. Really, I have to wonder what they'll do to keep inbreeding from occurring, without new genetics entering in through muggle marriages--how are they expecting to escape deformities and madness in a generation or five? Just from a logistics point of view.
I guess I could always run away to Iceland if it gets too bad.
In other news, sleaze and scum and playboys still frequent the club. Anybody I know want to relieve my boredom some night? First drink is on me...
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