The trouble with being a princess . . .

[purepansy]

The trouble with being a princess is, quite simply, one doesn't know what to do with everything one has. Princesses get whatever they want

Comments

[pure_nobility]

You could ignore the Owl. It can't fly around the castle forever.

[purepansy]

I don't even know what to say to that.

[pure_nobility]

Well, it can't. Even the strongest and swiftest Owls have to rest, or go off to hunt, or have a drink of water, or what have you.

[purepansy]

Yes, I know that.

[pure_nobility]

So. Ignore it.

You've already let it in, haven't you?

[purepansy]

It's perched on the back of my desk chair.

I guess I can't find my bag of owl treats or something.

[pure_nobility]

No? That's... well, it's bound to bite you, you know.

[purepansy]

Yeah.

[pure_nobility]

You don't have to let it bite you. God.

[purepansy]

You don't have to get all hacked off at me!!!!

[pure_nobility]

I do so!

Anyway, there's some revision I should finish before bed. If you want me to look at the Owl bite later, you know where I am.

[purepansy]

We are so different, you and I.

Your most favourite things wouldn't know where to go.

[pure_nobility]

My most favourite things wouldn't tell me where they are going.

[purepansy]

How is it that you don't know?

[pure_nobility]

I do know. Or I have an idea, anyway. That's the crux of the problem.

Fine. I shall emulate the ways of your mousey, then. And if your tent ever comes crawling to me I shouldn't want it.

[elder_lestrange]

It is good of you to aid me in my familial endeavours. Why, I'm willing to wager she's crying now, as females like to do in such situations. But you will not go to her. I support that approach -- it does not do to coddle her.

She must have received my owl, then. Such an annoying sound, that: scratching talons at the windowpane.