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[dracolicious]

Dearest Potter

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[boywholives]

Now what were you whinging about earlier that made me resort to other methods of shutting you up? Something about a letter?

[dracolicious]

Indeed. I was penning you an epic love sonnet.

[boywholives]

I see. That might be worth reading.

[dracolicious]

As well as a grocery request list. And a list of shiny things I need you to recover from Lambchop, because Precious isn't pleased to have found them missing.

[boywholives]

I could almost handle the stealing alone, but not on top of the biting. What's going on with that, anyway? I hope this phase doesn't last long...

[dracolicious]

Merlin only knows. It's a good thing he's terribly cute, otherwise I'd have tied him to a tree in the park and bid him good luck.

[boywholives]

Liar.

[dracolicious]

Partly.

[boywholives]

Entirely. He's got you wrapped around his little finger even moreso than Emmy ever did.

[dracolicious]

Perhaps I've been feeling a bit guilty for inflicting this bling compulsion upon him. And the wings.

[boywholives]

But he loves his wings.

[dracolicious]

That may not always be the case.

[boywholives]

Well, if it ever comes to that, we'll just have to remind him of how amazing they are and how lucky he is.

[dracolicious]

We'll see if you've still got that optimistic outlook on things once the little demon reaches puberty.

[boywholives]

If I know Morty, and I think that I do, he'll be showing them off non-stop. And possibly adorning them with sparkly bits and bobs.

[dracolicious]

And attracting hordes of horny classmates eager to practice a few Veela mating rituals.