Owls: Warded

Jun 01, 2006 02:19

[Totally breezy, sloppy handwriting for all owls. All Warded to scream 'Stop molesting me you nosy fart!' if touched by the wrong person.]

Harry,

Lunch. Big sangers. Tea time. {Gryffindor password}. Come if you want. Where can I nick a good broom?

-James***

Professor Moony

As you're a professor now, I'm asking in your professional perview. The Herbology teacher? Good or not? Pads looks shite. He needs some marrow soup and as much bee pollen as he can get. Not to mention Devil's Claw. Should I just ask the bloke right off, or try and buy stuff from Hogsmeade once I sort Gringotts?

-Prongs Mr.James Potter.***

Lily,

Right. I know we're hitched and all, or were hitched - but... You mind giving a bloke some space? I left you in the common room trying not to stare at my ass and doing homework. Now we have a son.

It'd be total understatement to say - it's a bit much.

Have an appointment at Gringotts for later this week. Shall I owl so you can come with? Don't know if we've mutual caim on the vault now that we're both back from the dead. But Harry shouldn't have to worry about how he'll look after himself, and neither should we.

... Exactly when did you get over my big fat head?

-James P.***

Pads,

Leave a mate to an empty bed.

No manners at all.

You alright?

-Prongs.***

harry potter, owl, james potter, sirius black, lily potter

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