Private to Pansy
Just jewelry and roses again? Or will you allow yourself some chocolates this time? They're not that fattening, honestly, and even if they were it might not matter much anymore anyway.
I'm feeling lethargic. Nothing seems worth the effort anymore. In a month or so I will take Potter to face his doom. Then either Voldemort will kill me or the Dumbledore's people will. Nobody trusts me anymore. I've burned all my bridges, or at least the ones father had left standing. It's hard to be motivated when you've got only death to look forward to. Even Crabbe and Goyle have gotten it into their thick skulls that I'm worried about something. They asked me what it was, but I couldn't tell them. I can't tell anyone anything.
It'll be supper in a few minutes. I don't think I'll go down. I'm not hungry.