WARDED OWL POST: Charlie Weasley
Charlie,
I've been looking at your owl for ages now and I can't decide if I want to smack you or kiss you, you twit.
First of all, you should just know that I liked you quite a bit before we went dancing that first night, so unless you took a potion long before that, I really don't see what difference that would make.
And if I ever find out that you use a potion like that ever again, I swear I'll let my chair slam down on your foot, Charlie Weasley, I will. And I won't even shout at it. Because that's just--it's just stupid, it is.
You'd better come home. Or I'll be terribly brassed off and you know that's never a good thing.
I love you, Charlie.
Elle
P.S. Don't be thinking I won't have a few things to say to Professor Slughorn about this too. I mean, really. The both of you.