[The device clicks on by accident, a young man tutting and muttering under his breath as he tries and fails to get the vines near him to burst into flames.]

Oh of all the buggering things.

[He rolls his sleeves up and wipes at his brow. Where the hell is he if it's this hot and humid indoors with vines and plants he's never seen before; don't ( Read more... )

Dear House [wherever the bloody hell you may be],

I am from England.  We have very few hot days.  And if we do we seek shelter in a house with a fan and cold drinks and lots of ice.  If we're not Muggles we use magic to cool down.  We do not wander around like we're in the bloody sodding buggering desert.  There's no chocolate in the desert and if ( Read more... )