Pansy Yves Parkinson's Journal

I can’t believe that hack gave my son detention for belting and setting straight that stupid little bully who looks like he swallowed a beehive. He made fun of my boy for not having a father and insulted me and Amiens isn’t allowed to defend himself? What kind of hogwash society have we become? All lovey, dovey and speak nicely with our words and not our actions. Give me a break. Children are cruel. I know. I was the nastiest one of them all and the best way to deal with cruel children is a swift kick where it hurts. That’s Parental Tip Numero Uno for all you ‘let’s embrace’ Hamish Callosum lovers.

And while we’re on the subject of the nancied one, an artist is having a display at my gallery; mostly all on his colossal head. They’re all wizarding impressionist. It’s one of my favorite types. Not to mention they actually make him look semi-attractive. Not bad at all with that head of his.

My gallery is having a night for amateurs who might want lessons. That’s where someone with real talent tells you what you’re doing wrong, sets you straight on a path where you won’t ruin people’s sensibilities, and then charges you a bunch of galleons. I love it. It’s one of my favorite events for the gallery. We’ll be serving pies and butterbeer. It should be fun!