owls to Mystina and to Kurama, because it sucks to be Lezard
Lezard's gray cat familiar refused to carry any more messages after trotting back and forth between Lezard and George Weasley. The aggrieved young mage teleported a startled owl out of the school Owlery and pressed it into service.
He knew that if Mysty had been the one to sign him up for the sex-ed class and/or if she'd been the one to add a note that he wanted to know about teacher-student relationships, there was no way he'd get a confession out of her. The best he could expect would be gales of mocking laughter, whether or not she'd been the guilty party. She'd likely deny guilt if she were guilty, but she might claim responsibility if she were innocent -- just for her own amusement.
So he didn't ask. He simply sent her a very large and active Venus' flytrap, potted, carried by a house elf who was marginally more afraid of Lezard than of the plant. The plant was a message in itself. She might even get what it meant.
The owl went to herbology professor Kurama, with a very cordial note that only devolved into outright pleading in the postscript.
Dear Professor Kurama:
How is your tea crop coming along? I hope the modifications to your greenhouse have accomplished all we intended. Let me reiterate my willingness to supply a troop of tea-picking monkeys should you reconsider techniques for harvesting.
I look forward to your herbology class.
Sincerely,
Lezard Valeth
P.S. Are jibbering humdingers and crumple-horned snorcacks varieties of plant life? I have never heard of them, even through the Philosopher's Stone.
P.P.S. Is it true that women like radishes?
He knew that if Mysty had been the one to sign him up for the sex-ed class and/or if she'd been the one to add a note that he wanted to know about teacher-student relationships, there was no way he'd get a confession out of her. The best he could expect would be gales of mocking laughter, whether or not she'd been the guilty party. She'd likely deny guilt if she were guilty, but she might claim responsibility if she were innocent -- just for her own amusement.
So he didn't ask. He simply sent her a very large and active Venus' flytrap, potted, carried by a house elf who was marginally more afraid of Lezard than of the plant. The plant was a message in itself. She might even get what it meant.
The owl went to herbology professor Kurama, with a very cordial note that only devolved into outright pleading in the postscript.
Dear Professor Kurama:
How is your tea crop coming along? I hope the modifications to your greenhouse have accomplished all we intended. Let me reiterate my willingness to supply a troop of tea-picking monkeys should you reconsider techniques for harvesting.
I look forward to your herbology class.
Sincerely,
Lezard Valeth
P.S. Are jibbering humdingers and crumple-horned snorcacks varieties of plant life? I have never heard of them, even through the Philosopher's Stone.
P.P.S. Is it true that women like radishes?