parkinson, mister. (ex_pry279) wrote in blurred_owls, @ 2008-04-18 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-04] april, ludovic bagman, persephone parkinson (née greengrass), prior parkinson |
owls to ludo and persephone.
Ludo,
You're twenty-five, I can't believe it. (Fine, I can, but not immediately. Nor readily.) If you're getting old, it would only mean that it's only a matter of months until I get old, as well.
Unbelievable. (Not really, but you know how that argument goes already.)
Happy birthday!
Hoping to celebrate with wine and women,
Attached is a box wrapped in brown. Inside are three unopened bottles of Irish pure pot still whiskey, a piece of paper charmed to stick on one of them: "Do not consume in one sitting. Father didn't wait ten bloody years for you to finish it in one night. Enjoy."
Love,
Are you free later?
Ludo's having a fun night tonight. It's his twenty-fifth birthday and he's having a few friends over.
Go with me, please?
Please?
Would really like to attend the party with you,