Note Tossed at Zacharias in the Corridor
Zacharias,
He sent you a WHAT? Are you having me on? If so, I'm extremely amused. If not, I'm still amused. Especially at the thought of you attempting to keep a plant alive for any length of time. Damned House stereotypes--he probably assumes that just because we're Hufflepuffs we all adore Herbology or something.
And I don't think that it can be called Blackadder, because, well...that's a BBC show, and somehow I don't think it's also a fern. He must have gotten the name wrong. Or else you did.
I must say, I do think it would be rather cruel (to the poor fern at least, if not Potter) to send back the fern chopped up in pieces. Perhaps you could put it in the common room and hope someone will water it? We're Hufflepuffs--I'm sure someone will. I suppose the damn House stereotypes do have a grain of truth in them.
Well, I was going to ask how your holidays with the Bespectacled One had gone, but it seems I already have an answer of sorts. If he's sending you ferns, well, it must have been interesting...What I find even more interesting is the question of why he would feel the need to give you a fern in the first place. I hope you got lots of work done at any rate.
I had a thoroughly lovely time at home, even Tori was entirely non-beastly, and since you've met her, you know that is quite an accomplishment. I am sometimes convinced that she is the brattiest twelve year sister in the history of twelve year old sisters, but this visit not quite so much. I'm not sure what her thing is with lipgloss though. Still, I'm glad she wasn't around to notice that Will is showing definite signs of magic--this in the midst of _endless_ games of footie. In the time I have been gone, he has developed an obsessive devotion to Man U. (You have spent enough time in the Muggle world to know about footie, right? It's fun to play in the back garden, but I can't work up an extremely high degree of enthusiasm for athletic feats that do not involve flying.)
Mum preached on Easter, which was quite odd to watch as her daughter, but I think she was pretty good. Well, she made me feel better. She talked about the virtues of faith, hope, and love--it sounds sappy I know, but I could always use more of those things in my life. I think we all could.
If you need something to send to Potter, take a couple of extra Cadbury Creme Eggs from the basket I sent up to the boys dorm. We've got scads of them at home, and I thought you lot might enjoy some Muggle sweets. As much as I love the wizarding ones, sometimes I just want my chocolate to be chocolate and not bloody do anything, you know. Come to think of it, Potter'd probably like the Eggs anyway, because wasn't he raised by Muggles or something?
He was going to send you flowers???? Just read that bit again, and am now even more confused. Justin will hate you forever if he finds this out, you know. :)
Mocking Your Pain Since First Year,
Eloise
He sent you a WHAT? Are you having me on? If so, I'm extremely amused. If not, I'm still amused. Especially at the thought of you attempting to keep a plant alive for any length of time. Damned House stereotypes--he probably assumes that just because we're Hufflepuffs we all adore Herbology or something.
And I don't think that it can be called Blackadder, because, well...that's a BBC show, and somehow I don't think it's also a fern. He must have gotten the name wrong. Or else you did.
I must say, I do think it would be rather cruel (to the poor fern at least, if not Potter) to send back the fern chopped up in pieces. Perhaps you could put it in the common room and hope someone will water it? We're Hufflepuffs--I'm sure someone will. I suppose the damn House stereotypes do have a grain of truth in them.
Well, I was going to ask how your holidays with the Bespectacled One had gone, but it seems I already have an answer of sorts. If he's sending you ferns, well, it must have been interesting...What I find even more interesting is the question of why he would feel the need to give you a fern in the first place. I hope you got lots of work done at any rate.
I had a thoroughly lovely time at home, even Tori was entirely non-beastly, and since you've met her, you know that is quite an accomplishment. I am sometimes convinced that she is the brattiest twelve year sister in the history of twelve year old sisters, but this visit not quite so much. I'm not sure what her thing is with lipgloss though. Still, I'm glad she wasn't around to notice that Will is showing definite signs of magic--this in the midst of _endless_ games of footie. In the time I have been gone, he has developed an obsessive devotion to Man U. (You have spent enough time in the Muggle world to know about footie, right? It's fun to play in the back garden, but I can't work up an extremely high degree of enthusiasm for athletic feats that do not involve flying.)
Mum preached on Easter, which was quite odd to watch as her daughter, but I think she was pretty good. Well, she made me feel better. She talked about the virtues of faith, hope, and love--it sounds sappy I know, but I could always use more of those things in my life. I think we all could.
If you need something to send to Potter, take a couple of extra Cadbury Creme Eggs from the basket I sent up to the boys dorm. We've got scads of them at home, and I thought you lot might enjoy some Muggle sweets. As much as I love the wizarding ones, sometimes I just want my chocolate to be chocolate and not bloody do anything, you know. Come to think of it, Potter'd probably like the Eggs anyway, because wasn't he raised by Muggles or something?
He was going to send you flowers???? Just read that bit again, and am now even more confused. Justin will hate you forever if he finds this out, you know. :)
Mocking Your Pain Since First Year,
Eloise