Small red screech owl to GeorgeostianespionageSeptember 14 2007, 12:22:25 UTC
Dear George,
Don't worry; "that woman" is the least of what I'd like to call her. But most of what I'd like to call her can't be written down. She's the first person I've met to top somebody I knew back home for stupidity.
Return owlrated_ec10September 14 2007, 23:56:30 UTC
George,
Why would they bother making a person out of snow? That's an interesting story. Thank you for sending it to me. The ice cream was incredible indescribable delicious.
Re: Return owlgirl_georgeSeptember 15 2007, 02:14:22 UTC
Dear John Preston,
It's communal, it's creative, it's fun! Children just get such joy from playing with snow, and I think making snowmen is just an outlet for that. The real question I wonder is why is playing with snow so much fun? It's no trouble! It was actually originally a song, but it's also become something of a myth now. A lot of Christmas carols are like that.
I enjoyed making the ice cream as well. Maybe people just like to play with cold things?
Return owlbantersucksSeptember 15 2007, 02:11:57 UTC
Jaime was behind on sleep, thanks to a scarab-stupid-induced all-nighter, and thus very nearly stepped in the dish of ice cream when he came out of his room. The scarab, perhaps trying to make up for the previous night, detected it and practically shrieked in his ear, causing him to fall over backwards. But it also saved him from upsetting the dish.
Once he'd righted himself, he read the note and grinned. After reassuring the scarab it was okay - "yeah, there's a spell on it, the not melting thing clued me in, thanks," - he sat down and wrote a response.
George,
Hey, thanks! I'm not mad. Kind of appropriate, since it's about as "other" as you can get. I know what you mean about some people, but I've met some good people here too. Keeping in touch is a good idea - what House did you wind up in?
Thanks again for the ice cream. I'll definitely find somebody to share it with.
-JaimeIncidentally, he would figure out who that somebody was. But being who he was, it would take him a few more minutes than most. Good thing that ice cream
( ... )
Re: Return owlgirl_georgeSeptember 15 2007, 02:25:06 UTC
Jaime and Other,
Oh, I didn't think you would be, but I can still be surprised, sometimes. It seems a bit like cheating if I were not. I was sorted into Gryffindor; isn't it an exciting House? There's something so classic about living in a tower. Anyways, I think we're housemates. How have you found Gryffindor so far?
Return owl, warded because Jaime had helpbantersucksSeptember 15 2007, 04:18:43 UTC
The letter was written in slightly sloppier handwriting, as if the author was getting sleepy and fighting it.
George -
I... can't really tell if it appreciates the thought or not. It's still trying to grasp a lot of basic concepts. Maybe once it understands personal space, we can get around to manners. But thanks.
Yeah, it's a good House, I've met some good people here. Someone's even offered to show me how to ward stuff when I manage to get a wand. I asked her to ward this for me just to show me how it's done. Never lived in anything like a tower, but the view's really nice. Glad you wound up here; means we'll see more of each other.
Return Owl; Unwarded because George is like that (and for Jaime's sake she cheated a little)girl_georgeSeptember 15 2007, 04:49:19 UTC
Dear Jaime,
I suppose it's just one step at a time. I don't think the Other came with a manual? Dealing with such an individual talent can be precarious, especially since the best person to reconcile it has to be yourself. It sometimes made me feel a bit lonely, growing up.
Gryffindor is wonderful, I think we're going to have a lot of fun here. Maybe I'll be in the common room from time to time, but I'll probably spend my free time in an area more accessible to others. Many of my friends are in other Houses, and you never know who you might meet in the halls! But I'm glad you're in Gryffindor too.
return owl to George, totally unwarded because Yuuri isn't secretive <3bowchickamaouSeptember 15 2007, 02:49:47 UTC
Dear George,
Thanks so much for the ice cream! It brought back memories of when I was a little kid. Me and my brother used to go out wandering around unsupervised and that weird Maou Bob bought us ice cream. It was lots of fun! Who would have thought he'd try to kill us with a truck later on? But he was only testing us so that's okay!
I hope you had happy dreams of the sand sheep and flying bears. Because of my friend Wolfram's artistic inclinations, I've introduced Earth cameras to Shin Makoku, and guess what? I have some photos of the sand bear and the flying sheep with me! I don't know how they got pictures of me and T-Kun flying together. Probably the maids took it.
The house elves made me some copies of them, so these are yours to keep! Think of them as like postcards of my country, only without stamps or writing.
Your friend, Shibuya Yuuri
PS. What house did you end up in? I bet it was Gryffindor. That house is pretty cool too.
pictures are attached, with captions in Yuuri's boyish bold scrawl:
Re: return owl to George, totally unwarded because Yuuri isn't secretive <3girl_georgeSeptember 15 2007, 03:10:09 UTC
Dear Yuuri,
Thank you so much for your postcards! My walls were looking a bit sandbare so I was happy to put them up. Your angles are wonderful. I know you are a king, but are you thinking about becoming a photographer as well? I think the second photo, with T-Kun launching towards you, proves that you're willing to suffer for your craft. Hopefully not too much though, were you ok?
And I'm sorry to hear that you were almost killed by a truck; even if it was a test, Maou Bob shouldn't have done that. But your brother must have been very good at taking care of you to be responsible for looking after you by himself if you both were so young.
And you're completely right, I got into Gryffindor! But that doesn't mean that I won't be visiting Hufflepuff from time to time; I definitely want to meet you again. I know owls are popular here, but I've always liked meeting someone face-to-face.
There was a horrific lack of things to occupy a puck's attention at Hogwarts, really, when you got right down to it. Classes were marginally interesting - at least this magic was something Robin had not learned before, which was a rare thing to be able to say - but held so infrequently that they were hardly a draw. The people were interesting, but Robin had found himself less and less inclined to go wandering, looking for company.
In short, the puck was in a fairly pissy mood. He'd just gotten back from a business trip and wanted nothing more than to sit back in his leather recliner with a glass of scotch and read a good book. Or perhaps find someone who would spend a few hours entertaining him and then leave without talking afterward
( ... )
She gave Robin a welcoming smile (how she managed it while being the one in the hall was quite a feat) and raised the mostly empty picnic basket to eye level... her own, which was a great deal shorter than Robin's. "Oh, I've been participating in kitchen experiments which have resulted in something that may or may not be ice cream, so I've decided to share."
The picnic basket was lowered again. "Also, I wanted to visit you. Are you too busy?" Her eyes sparkled with gentle humor. "Of course, I have very good timing; it can be very trying, I know. So we can say you are if you'd like."
"Never too busy for you, Georgie girl," Robin responded. And while that sentiment might have had a ring of falsehood (in varying degrees, depending on the person and his mood) for anyone else, for George it was nothing but honesty. The girl was... Well, if Robin had been being truthful with himself, she was the daughter he couldn't have. The little sister it was impossible for him to ever get. While her visits might at times be uncomfortably well-timed, she was never unwelcome.
Gesturing for her to come inside, he shut the door behind him and gave her an impish smile, eyes dancing. "Bringing me ice cream? You are just hell on my waistline," he said, hand going to rest on his meticulously maintained stomach.
Sure, Robin would probably never be too busy for a visit because of George's ability (though it wasn't like she carefully timed the precise moment. She just intuitively found herself in a very convenient visiting hour), but she read the other message behind Robin's words. "Thank you," she answered gratefully.
She easily walked inside Robin's room, but did not do the usual, if cursory, glance around at the furniture and the space, but instead immediately turned around to get her gaze back on Robin. "If this will really affect your waistline, which I don't think it will, I say it's well worth it. But then, I guess I'm biased since I made it." She rested the basket on her arm as she used the other one to open it. She carefully pulled out the second to last bowl, and held it for Robin to see.
"It's vanilla. Well, the flavor's a bit strong, so then I think it's French vanilla?"
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Don't worry; "that woman" is the least of what I'd like to call her. But most of what I'd like to call her can't be written down. She's the first person I've met to top somebody I knew back home for stupidity.
Thanks for the ice cream.
Sincerely,
Matthew
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Then I suppose that's proof everyone can win at something.
Joyfully,
George
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Why would they bother making a person out of snow? That's an interesting story. Thank you for sending it to me. The ice cream was incredible indescribable delicious.
Sincerely,
John Preston
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It's communal, it's creative, it's fun! Children just get such joy from playing with snow, and I think making snowmen is just an outlet for that. The real question I wonder is why is playing with snow so much fun? It's no trouble! It was actually originally a song, but it's also become something of a myth now. A lot of Christmas carols are like that.
I enjoyed making the ice cream as well. Maybe people just like to play with cold things?
Chillingly,
George
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Once he'd righted himself, he read the note and grinned. After reassuring the scarab it was okay - "yeah, there's a spell on it, the not melting thing clued me in, thanks," - he sat down and wrote a response.
George,
Hey, thanks! I'm not mad. Kind of appropriate, since it's about as "other" as you can get. I know what you mean about some people, but I've met some good people here too. Keeping in touch is a good idea - what House did you wind up in?
Thanks again for the ice cream. I'll definitely find somebody to share it with.
-JaimeIncidentally, he would figure out who that somebody was. But being who he was, it would take him a few more minutes than most. Good thing that ice cream ( ... )
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Oh, I didn't think you would be, but I can still be surprised, sometimes. It seems a bit like cheating if I were not. I was sorted into Gryffindor; isn't it an exciting House? There's something so classic about living in a tower. Anyways, I think we're housemates. How have you found Gryffindor so far?
Gryffindoringly,
George
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George -
I... can't really tell if it appreciates the thought or not. It's still trying to grasp a lot of basic concepts. Maybe once it understands personal space, we can get around to manners. But thanks.
Yeah, it's a good House, I've met some good people here. Someone's even offered to show me how to ward stuff when I manage to get a wand. I asked her to ward this for me just to show me how it's done. Never lived in anything like a tower, but the view's really nice. Glad you wound up here; means we'll see more of each other.
-Jaime
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I suppose it's just one step at a time. I don't think the Other came with a manual? Dealing with such an individual talent can be precarious, especially since the best person to reconcile it has to be yourself. It sometimes made me feel a bit lonely, growing up.
Gryffindor is wonderful, I think we're going to have a lot of fun here. Maybe I'll be in the common room from time to time, but I'll probably spend my free time in an area more accessible to others. Many of my friends are in other Houses, and you never know who you might meet in the halls! But I'm glad you're in Gryffindor too.
Sincerely,
George
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Thanks so much for the ice cream! It brought back memories of when I was a little kid. Me and my brother used to go out wandering around unsupervised and that weird Maou Bob bought us ice cream. It was lots of fun! Who would have thought he'd try to kill us with a truck later on? But he was only testing us so that's okay!
I hope you had happy dreams of the sand sheep and flying bears. Because of my friend Wolfram's artistic inclinations, I've introduced Earth cameras to Shin Makoku, and guess what? I have some photos of the sand bear and the flying sheep with me! I don't know how they got pictures of me and T-Kun flying together. Probably the maids took it.
The house elves made me some copies of them, so these are yours to keep! Think of them as like postcards of my country, only without stamps or writing.
Your friend,
Shibuya Yuuri
PS. What house did you end up in? I bet it was Gryffindor. That house is pretty cool too.
pictures are attached, with captions in Yuuri's boyish bold scrawl:
( ... )
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Thank you so much for your postcards! My walls were looking a bit sandbare so I was happy to put them up. Your angles are wonderful. I know you are a king, but are you thinking about becoming a photographer as well? I think the second photo, with T-Kun launching towards you, proves that you're willing to suffer for your craft. Hopefully not too much though, were you ok?
And I'm sorry to hear that you were almost killed by a truck; even if it was a test, Maou Bob shouldn't have done that. But your brother must have been very good at taking care of you to be responsible for looking after you by himself if you both were so young.
And you're completely right, I got into Gryffindor! But that doesn't mean that I won't be visiting Hufflepuff from time to time; I definitely want to meet you again. I know owls are popular here, but I've always liked meeting someone face-to-face.
Your pal,
George
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In short, the puck was in a fairly pissy mood. He'd just gotten back from a business trip and wanted nothing more than to sit back in his leather recliner with a glass of scotch and read a good book. Or perhaps find someone who would spend a few hours entertaining him and then leave without talking afterward ( ... )
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The picnic basket was lowered again. "Also, I wanted to visit you. Are you too busy?" Her eyes sparkled with gentle humor. "Of course, I have very good timing; it can be very trying, I know. So we can say you are if you'd like."
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Gesturing for her to come inside, he shut the door behind him and gave her an impish smile, eyes dancing. "Bringing me ice cream? You are just hell on my waistline," he said, hand going to rest on his meticulously maintained stomach.
"What flavor?"
Hey, life was all about indulgences!
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She easily walked inside Robin's room, but did not do the usual, if cursory, glance around at the furniture and the space, but instead immediately turned around to get her gaze back on Robin. "If this will really affect your waistline, which I don't think it will, I say it's well worth it. But then, I guess I'm biased since I made it." She rested the basket on her arm as she used the other one to open it. She carefully pulled out the second to last bowl, and held it for Robin to see.
"It's vanilla. Well, the flavor's a bit strong, so then I think it's French vanilla?"
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