Late night owl to Mr. Wednesday
This is what happens when I can't sleep. I start thinking about things that really don't matter in the long run, and then I find myself sitting at one of the tables in Gryffindor, composing an owl.
Sir, Madam, or Whatever:
We haven't had the pleasure of actually meeting yet, and for all I know you are another one of those weird creatures without any visible arms who believes a loaf of store-bought bread is a proper Christmas gift. I'm hoping you're not, because I actually have a legitimate question about Ancient Runes.
The library contains a variety of resources for transcribing the various runic alphabets of various ancient languages, but that doesn't help if one wishes to speak, just for argument's sake, ancient Danish, at least enough to say something that's not altogether appropriate for children of the age who are supposed to be attending classes here.
Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Olympia Binewski
Gryffindor
I contemplate burning the parchment once I'm done with it, because really, I am thinking about ways to impress Beowulf, which is pathetic. But, hell, it's late at night. And this is, I tell myself, a place of education. If I can swear in ancient Norse or whatever, I will have gained an amusing new skill.
Yeah, I just have to keep telling myself that.
Sighing, I find a house elf and make it send the owl.
Sir, Madam, or Whatever:
We haven't had the pleasure of actually meeting yet, and for all I know you are another one of those weird creatures without any visible arms who believes a loaf of store-bought bread is a proper Christmas gift. I'm hoping you're not, because I actually have a legitimate question about Ancient Runes.
The library contains a variety of resources for transcribing the various runic alphabets of various ancient languages, but that doesn't help if one wishes to speak, just for argument's sake, ancient Danish, at least enough to say something that's not altogether appropriate for children of the age who are supposed to be attending classes here.
Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Olympia Binewski
Gryffindor
I contemplate burning the parchment once I'm done with it, because really, I am thinking about ways to impress Beowulf, which is pathetic. But, hell, it's late at night. And this is, I tell myself, a place of education. If I can swear in ancient Norse or whatever, I will have gained an amusing new skill.
Yeah, I just have to keep telling myself that.
Sighing, I find a house elf and make it send the owl.