Private to Fawcett
Oh Head Girl, thou paragon most SERENE,
This here may surprise, and is, sadly, late
A present for thee, a churl I have been
With it my apologies, please don't hate!
The unforeseen consequences that came
Of the gingery git's unworthy scheme
A night's unrest for thee, a sodding shame
On my part unmeant, but nonetheless mean
So sweets for the sweet, and all of that jazz
Not really so brutish am I to miss
That ingratitude is a lack of class
Not to mention, thy mood appears amiss
My reputation hopefully restored?
(And pissing off Stebbins? Count me onboard!)
(A package is left outside the Head Girl's room.
Inside is: A Dozen Long-Stemmed Roses + extra
Enclosed within an envelope on parchment is the aforementioned sonnet. Written by the ever fantastic Thalia.)
This here may surprise, and is, sadly, late
A present for thee, a churl I have been
With it my apologies, please don't hate!
The unforeseen consequences that came
Of the gingery git's unworthy scheme
A night's unrest for thee, a sodding shame
On my part unmeant, but nonetheless mean
So sweets for the sweet, and all of that jazz
Not really so brutish am I to miss
That ingratitude is a lack of class
Not to mention, thy mood appears amiss
My reputation hopefully restored?
(And pissing off Stebbins? Count me onboard!)
(A package is left outside the Head Girl's room.
Inside is: A Dozen Long-Stemmed Roses + extra
Enclosed within an envelope on parchment is the aforementioned sonnet. Written by the ever fantastic Thalia.)