OWL POST
This post is for all owls sent to Patrick's parents. Mind you, owls to his parents go first through Alec, Patrick's self-proclaimed public relations agent/butler.
Benjamin Fiddlesticks: Pat's Dad; Snobby, arrogant, charming, and handsome. Real rich playboy time. Loves flirtations, and would mess with practically anything with two legs to ( Read more... )
Benjamin Fiddlesticks: Pat's Dad; Snobby, arrogant, charming, and handsome. Real rich playboy time. Loves flirtations, and would mess with practically anything with two legs to ( Read more... )
Yes, well. I do apologize, lovely. I had assumed that mail-by-owl was the acceptable way to send post to all involved in the world of magic - am I to assume, then, that you're not? It's a bit confusing. I handle all the correspondance now between the estate and his school, so it's a bit hard to figure out who gets what and the like.
But I'm glad you did recieve it. Hope this note, and the flowers I sent along with it, have found you well.
I've included with this a picture of myself as well. And I do hope I don't let your friends down. Heavens knows how you've described me to them.
Perhaps, just to make sure that all bases are covered and the like, I should, so to say, let them see me face to face instead? You know how the camera works, Les. Adds ten pounds, etc etc. And, ah, yes! Perhaps while I'm about, letting your mates gawk over Alec in the Flesh, I might fancy you for dinner?
Just something to think over, darling.
Hope to hear back from you soon.
Fondly,
Alec
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It's no problem Alec, honest like. Owls are fine for magic folk, but I, however, am decidedly not magical. Just a simple girl like, studying at University to become a vet. aside from the dangerous bits of course. And the partying. And the...well mustn't give away all my secrets eh?
And I must say you outdid yourself with this letter. Honestly Alec, hand delivered? With flowers? What's a girl to think? Although the red roses are lovely, for future reference, my favorites are yellow roses. Just in case.
My mates though, Lord Alec, they were on that poor delivery boy like cheese on a nacho eh? It was all I could do to even get your letter back to read it myself, and I had to elbow one of my friends to get the picture. Because they simply wouldn't believe it. I'd say you've made quite the impression on them Alec.
Alec dear, I'm absolutely swamped with schoolwork eh? Let alone football, and then there's the absolute jam-packed social schedule. I'm not sure I've the time. And you're right of course. The picture adds quite a bit to you. I'm not sure I could be seen with you like that...I've a reputation to uphold, you understand.
But perhaps I might be able to squeeze you in like. For a little Alec in the Flesh of my own hmm?
Yes. Dinner then. That would be grand that.
--Les
P.S. I thought it only fair to return a picture of myself, so's your mates may gawk over me's much as my mates over you hmmm?
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I apologise for the wait. I had.. well, to be perfectly honest, read about half of your letter before I set it down, mainly due to want for reading it outside of my work shift.
Poor delivery boy! It's no wonder that he returned to me, flustered and beaten, demanding not only twice the pay, but a tip as well. Hadn't a clue I was sending him off to his doom via the proverbial lion's pit. Let's hope I can live up to the impression I've created.
Oh, and I've got you thinking I flounce about all of London in a tuxedo and tails, then? Well, wouldn't that make for interesting trips to the market? I'd be half tempted to show up for dinner like that, just to see the expression on your face.
Though I'm sure that if I were to show up in out-of-work apparel, the look of shock would be much the same. :)
Dinner it will be then. And perhaps afterwards, I might fancy you into a trip to my favorite club.. Aphrodite's Isle. Have you heard of it? It's a bit.. rough, but I suppose somewhere in my soul of male machoism, I can muster up the strength to protect you. ;)
And, of course, I say that jestingly. Quite sure it would be much the other way around. Possibly. Actually, I haven't a clue. Forgive me for rambling -- your letter left me a bit speechless, and I believe my wits are no longer about me.
So then, lovely, when shall we have this dinner? My social calender is a bit open at the moment, so I suppose it'll be a matter of fitting it into yours. What with your partying, studying, and daydreaming over your favorite Butler and all.
Fondly,
Alec
[[Delivered by same delivery boy, who looks incredibly shaky, and brings with him a single yellow rose]]
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Well, you know how to make a girl be scared to death eh? I'd thought I'd run you off after that wait.
And I apologize for the delivery boy, me mates can be quite..er...persistent at times like. And I've no doubt you can live up to your impression dear Alec, after all, I've actually met you in the flesh eh?
And of course you don't go everywehre in tails like, that'd be silly eh? But like, I dunno, I just rather assumed a suit or summat posh like that, being who you are and all, and where you are and...oh Merlin I think I'll stop before I make a right arse out of myself. Alec, you could show in old jeans and a t-shirt, and I'd be thrilled.
Er, yes, right then.
Clubbing then Alec? I've heard of it, it's a little rough like, but nothing I'll not be able to handle. Even iffin you wanted me to protect you like, I'm sure I could and all. I've a mean rihgt hook and all. Comes from Jack really, and him trying to make sure I'd be okay once I moved away and all. convinced me to take lessons and the like. And I'm sure you'd pretect me just as well like; you seem quite the strong lad. ;)
And duckie, you've not a need, I mean, obviously like, your letters get me a little flustered, as you can probably tell like. Oh bugger it.
Dinner, yes. I'm always willing to fit you in eh? How about this weekend then? I've got studying like, but I'll put that off; I'll get grand marks anyway, so's for you, I'll make the time. And mayhap just have some butler daydreaming to keep my more boring classes interesting like eh? ;)
With fondness,
Les
P.S. Thank you very much for the rose Alec, it's gorgeous.
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Run off, eh? I wouldn't be so daft. I'd be like having the Crown Jewels placed in your hands, and tossing them in the rubbish bin. Completely and utterly thoughtless.
The delivery boy will be fine. Just a bit shaken is all. Our house psychologist says that if we give him enough therapy over the next 3-5 years, he should come to a full recovery. For now, he's sitting in the corner, grasping his knees as if his life depended upon it, and rocking back and forth as he mutters the lyrics to 'What a Wonderful World'. BB King classics. Great for the catatonic.
Jeans and old t-shirt it will be, then. Worry not, lovely, the ponce and flash is for employment purposes only. Off the clock, I'm a bit more brash and crude, tend to make horrid jokes about Things We Should Not Speak Of, enjoy a good meal of fish and chips, kick babies, etc.
Well, not kick babies so much, but I think you catch my drift.
Flustered? My notes make you flustered? That's.. in a good way, I pray. Otherwise I'll be devistated.
This weekend it'll be then. Saturday evening, perhaps.. well, diner, then a bout of dancing, you think? I'll make reservations for dinner at, say 8, but will likely be there to pick you up around six. As to allow your flatmates time to grapple, grope, or whatever else it is they intend to do to me upon meeting me. They've got me quite worried, you see. Afraid I'll be much like the rose, and kept from you. Etc etc.
Fondly,
Alec
PS: You're welcome, lovely. Insert cheesy lines about it's beauty by far not exceeding that of the person it was given to here.
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Aye well, keep that in mind eh? I'm not so fond of men I've taken a fancy to running off after all.
Ah yes, the classics, always good for a little psychological alteration and soothing..ness. I'm glad to hear the boy isn't irrevocably scarred at least, and has decent taste in music. I'll be sure to get my mates to start up a collection to pay for it eh? Only right after all, seein'gs how they're the one's that started it and all.
You Alec, brash and crude? I dunno iffin that makes me feel largely better, as I'm far from ponce myslef, and cruder'n most, or iffin that makes me decidedly nervous like, as I've never met off-the-clock Alec.
Although he sounds fab, must say. ;) Horrid jokes are my favorite, naturally, and a good bit of fish 'n chips is really the best innit? There's this grand place near my flat; it's a wonder I've not had it every day for the last week. It's all my mates can do to keep me away and eating somewhat sensibly. But I figure, it's fish eh? Brain power and all, helps with that. VEry good for a student after all. :)
Rather glad to hear about the not kicking of babies. That would be more than disturbing, and I was afraid for a moment I might have to cancel.....
See, goes to show you ought to always read the whole thing afore putting it down eh? ;)
And well, Alec, yes. Flustered. In a good way, I 'spose. For you 't least. Me, I feel like a right tosser half the time writing these, and I've taken to refusing to look 'em over when I'm done for fear that I'd never actually send one. 'm far better in person than on paper after all. Jack's the one with the way with words, me, I've the quick wit, but not the er...writing skills?
See, I've gone and made an arse of myself again. Ignore that. Ignore at least half of this letter. See? That kind of flustered. Since I er...wll, see, I'd rather make a good impression on you like, and I've a feeling my letter drafting skills aren't quite up to your usual par.
Saturday night then, sounds fab. Dancing would be grand, I'm quite a fan of the music, and an even bigger one of the dancing.
And iffin you'd like, we can meet somewhere else like, to avoid the Gang of Mates. Seeing's how I'm not sure you'd survive that, or at least, that your clothes would. ;)
So, iffin you'd prefer, we could meet in the park round the corner, or the coffe shop or summat. Still at 6 though. That'll give me time to do what my flatmates missed out on doing afore we're needed at dinner. ;)
Honestly Alec, iffin you just want to pop round to the pub and grab some fish and chips like, that'd be more'n grand with me. But I also love surprises, so I'll let you pick then.
Right. Off my rocker completely. Horrid letter. Sorry. Will ask mate to write next one so's to make me seem not completely daft.
--Les
P.S. I, er, even though the bad jokes and horrid writing, yes, am very excited to see you Saturday. Honest.
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