SIRIUS BLACK: 17 November, 1973

[trickster_gryff]

 
Dear Uncle Alphard,

Do you know

Have you ever heard of someone called William Potter? I didn’t know who else to ask because I think Mother and Father I know you weren’t really old when you left and all, but I thought you might have heard of him if Mother or Father or Auntie and Uncle had mentioned him. or anyone else eitherIf you do know

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[_tartantabby_]

For some reason this is what popped into my head: "Yes, you're Gretel. And you're five years old? My, you're practically a lady." *giggles and loves on you!

*narrow smile*
If I said it out loud, I shan't take back praise. Just be certain you don't give me cause to doubt that assessment, Mr Black.
*inclines her head*
And I believe I've told you that you have a talent for bashing things about before now.

[trickster_gryff]

*snorts* Well, there shall be no singing. No one would want to hear that. :D

*wary look*
*draws up, eyes narrowing a bit at her challenge, stopping his hands before they can jam into his pockets*
You can be sure I won't. Professor.

*angelic smile that almost works*
It's all in the wrist and the follow through.

[_tartantabby_]

*grins*

*twitch of her lips at the change in his posture*
Very good, Mr Black.

*dubious expression, obviously not believing his attempt at innocence*
Indeed. Remember that bludgers are different than your exploding apples and require better aim.

[trickster_gryff]

:P

I hate work. Have I mentioned that? HATE.

*level gaze, shoulders shifting, seemingly to adjust his robes more comfortably*

*smile widens a touch, taking on a lazy twist*
It's not so much the aim as the force, Professor. Though I will say that you don't have to catch the apples square even if they are smaller.

[_tartantabby_]

*snuggles you then sings* "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens..." Hm, Minerva's not sure why whiskers would be someone's favourite things. They're very practical.

*nods a little at him*

*eyebrows raise*
When you're hitting bludgers, Mr Black, the idea is to both protect our players and send them to harass the other team.

[trickster_gryff]

*snuggles back and hides under desk*
Indeed they are!

*grins fully*
There is that, as well. I thought I was forgetting something.

[_tartantabby_]

Awww! *slips chocolate to you under the desk and pretends to be you while grading papers*

*snorts lightly*
At the next practice I expect you to remember that.
*eyes go sharp in thought*
In fact next practice I think the beaters should spend a good deal of time batting a bludger back and forth. That might improve your aim and your eye. *pauses* Just see that they don't try to improve the shape of your head.

[trickster_gryff]

*loves* If only that worked better. Damned opposing coasts. ;)

*mouth opens with an urge to protest, but he presses his lips back together hard*
*small smile*
I'm not sure I could improve it, Professor. It's a very nice shape and I intend to keep it that way. Though by next practice I intend to have my backbeat mastered.

[_tartantabby_]

*curses them*

*watches him mostly impassively*
Oh aye? Perhaps vanity has its uses in Quidditch after all.

[trickster_gryff]

*snuggles anyway*

*lip curls faintly*
*look hardens*
I'll be the best one out there by next practice.