First Correspondence
Dear Mr. Woodhouse:
Papa, I am happy to report that your worries of the future have largely been proved overenthusiastic. The future's weather is not terribly drafty, horses are not running parliament, and the monarchy has yet to be replaced by ravaging monkeys speaking French. Women do consider themselves to be men, and men are expected to find husbands like women, but overall human nature has not greatly changed in the past one hundred and ninety years.
I have been sorted to the house of Ravenclaw, where it is certain that I shall never go thirsty. Ravenclaws are known for their intellect, so it is a grand compliment to be invited into their fold. But before you grow concerned, I actually received more votes for Hufflepuff, a house known for its fair ladies. I am quite happy about this, for otherwise I might have begun to doubt my appeal.
Is Mr. Knightley back from his travels, yet?
I was thinking about Miss Smith as I encountered so many young ladies that are just like her, fresh-faced and sweet and deserving only of the best. All that is needed is to provide such for them, which I am certain to do. I have met two sweet redheads, one I think would make a very good friend for the other, who is quite sensitive. And I have met a girl who requested my help in finding her sister a suitable match, to which I have already surmised two distinct possibilities. Perhaps when they are sorted I shall send the owls?
Oh yes, we use owls to communicate, as you shall notice when Jane Featherfax delivers my letter. Oh! I know there are rules in transporting such things across time, but I must tell you. I have come across the most marvelous thing! Some time after I was discussing magic with a talking clownfish, I discovered a wired... circular object, that is used to hold papers together. It is called a 'paper-clip', and it is quite fascinating to behold! Oh, how I wanted it to show me how it worked, but it seemed a bit shy and, if I may say, quite unhelpful.
I am being well cared for by my housemates, I suppose mostly by Mr. Winchester. Though I do believe he was a bit rude in interrupting my conversation with Dr. Lecter so suddenly. Oh, but you would enjoy him of Highbury! He is of good taste and refinement, and the epitome of a Ravenclaw.
Unfortunately not all my encounters ended so happily. One young lady had the nerve to call me American, can you imagine that? And then she discussed my tone. I'll admit, my tone was not quite polite... but who actually accuses someone of sarcasm so directly? I was completely vexed. I'll admit that I might have temporarily lost my senses at that moment... Oh, I am certain now Mr. Knightley shall right me straight away to criticize me. Why ever did I write that down? I could not possibly erase it or cross it out or rip it out now. Silly Emma.
I hope you are well, papa, as well as the Westons and the Eltons and my dear Miss Smith and Mr. Churchill and his Jane, as well as my sister and Mr. John Knightley, as well as his brother.
I eagerly await your response,
Miss Emma Woodhouse
Papa, I am happy to report that your worries of the future have largely been proved overenthusiastic. The future's weather is not terribly drafty, horses are not running parliament, and the monarchy has yet to be replaced by ravaging monkeys speaking French. Women do consider themselves to be men, and men are expected to find husbands like women, but overall human nature has not greatly changed in the past one hundred and ninety years.
I have been sorted to the house of Ravenclaw, where it is certain that I shall never go thirsty. Ravenclaws are known for their intellect, so it is a grand compliment to be invited into their fold. But before you grow concerned, I actually received more votes for Hufflepuff, a house known for its fair ladies. I am quite happy about this, for otherwise I might have begun to doubt my appeal.
Is Mr. Knightley back from his travels, yet?
I was thinking about Miss Smith as I encountered so many young ladies that are just like her, fresh-faced and sweet and deserving only of the best. All that is needed is to provide such for them, which I am certain to do. I have met two sweet redheads, one I think would make a very good friend for the other, who is quite sensitive. And I have met a girl who requested my help in finding her sister a suitable match, to which I have already surmised two distinct possibilities. Perhaps when they are sorted I shall send the owls?
Oh yes, we use owls to communicate, as you shall notice when Jane Featherfax delivers my letter. Oh! I know there are rules in transporting such things across time, but I must tell you. I have come across the most marvelous thing! Some time after I was discussing magic with a talking clownfish, I discovered a wired... circular object, that is used to hold papers together. It is called a 'paper-clip', and it is quite fascinating to behold! Oh, how I wanted it to show me how it worked, but it seemed a bit shy and, if I may say, quite unhelpful.
I am being well cared for by my housemates, I suppose mostly by Mr. Winchester. Though I do believe he was a bit rude in interrupting my conversation with Dr. Lecter so suddenly. Oh, but you would enjoy him of Highbury! He is of good taste and refinement, and the epitome of a Ravenclaw.
Unfortunately not all my encounters ended so happily. One young lady had the nerve to call me American, can you imagine that? And then she discussed my tone. I'll admit, my tone was not quite polite... but who actually accuses someone of sarcasm so directly? I was completely vexed. I'll admit that I might have temporarily lost my senses at that moment... Oh, I am certain now Mr. Knightley shall right me straight away to criticize me. Why ever did I write that down? I could not possibly erase it or cross it out or rip it out now. Silly Emma.
I hope you are well, papa, as well as the Westons and the Eltons and my dear Miss Smith and Mr. Churchill and his Jane, as well as my sister and Mr. John Knightley, as well as his brother.
I eagerly await your response,
Miss Emma Woodhouse