Blast and Hex... Well Skip the Hex Part
Mum sent me an owl.
Mum rarely sends owls without being sent one first, she's always too busy. She's setting up meetings, or writing a review of Flourish and Blot's latest best seller, or she's lost somewhere deep in the jungles of her library. I've seen her loose more quills by sticking them behind her ear, nibbling on them while working on a problem, or using them to pin up her hair than I have ever seen her actually writing a letter to post. I get in trouble for one little back-fired hex, and then she owls.
I think I'll take my newest copy of Arithmancy Digest and go curl up in one of the common room chairs.
Mum rarely sends owls without being sent one first, she's always too busy. She's setting up meetings, or writing a review of Flourish and Blot's latest best seller, or she's lost somewhere deep in the jungles of her library. I've seen her loose more quills by sticking them behind her ear, nibbling on them while working on a problem, or using them to pin up her hair than I have ever seen her actually writing a letter to post. I get in trouble for one little back-fired hex, and then she owls.
I think I'll take my newest copy of Arithmancy Digest and go curl up in one of the common room chairs.