Wesley Harper's prefect is better than yours (wandforhire) wrote in may02,
“Don’t send it to Laura,” he said, a little surprised that Henry would do such a thing. “Her mum just died. Yesterday. Do you think she’d appreciate getting homework in the mail? Because I know I certainly wouldn’t...” He trailed off, successfully fighting the urge to call him an idiot. Honestly though, who sent homework to anyone fresh in mourning? Wesley was having a difficult time saying the right thing, because he didn’t know what it was, but the idea of mailing her something so trivial, like homework, boggled his mind. “You should rethink your sympathy gift. Try flowers, or a card.” Hadn’t a parent of Henry’s been killed? It was only a vague thought, but he couldn’t help but said, “You should know better.” So much for playing nice, except that it was much tamer than what he’d wanted to say.
“I’ll take care of it,” he continued, moving the conversation back toward his purpose for talking to him in the first place. He wondered if Henry was taking the same electives as Laura, but supposed he’d figure it out at some point. “I suppose I’ll meet you outside of Hufflepuff every day around four-fifteen, to pick up the stuff.”