December 25th, 2006 ~*~ Pansy's Flat

He couldn't even be bothered to send me an owl of his own. Too busy running his company to even bother dictating a note to his assistant. Just a notice from Gringott's that a deposit labeled "Yule gift" had been sent to my account.

Not even a "Buy yourself something pretty, pet."

When did I stop being Daddy's little girl?