secret santa (tapsanta) wrote in unraveled, @ 2016-12-27 16:46:00 |
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Dear Father, You've probably received Professor Snape's owl by now about my arm. Please tell Mother that a letter every hour isn't going to make it better. A permanent fix would be getting rid of that oaf Hagrid and his vicious bird. Draco Dear Father, Thanks for your last letter. I wanted to give you an update on my arm—it's not healed enough to write, so I'm still using the DictaQuill™. It won't surprise you that Professor Dumbledore doesn't seem to be doing anything about the oaf, even though Professor Snape was very sympathetic about the whole thing. It would be a crying shame if this injury had long lasting effects on my education. Professor McGonagall won't give me an extension on this switching spells essay even though I can barely turn library book pages at the moment. Anyway, as it is, none of us are learning about caring for magical creatures. We all figure that we might as well just avoid them or (as Professor Snape said) use them in a potion. Theodore says he's very unimpressed with the whole affair. We've had to move Quidditch practice and you know I hate the thought of letting the team down. Draco Dear Father, My arm is still feeling less than perfect, and rather than endanger our team's prospects, Flint and I were luckily able to get the matches switched with some help from Professor Snape. So you shouldn't bother coming up here this weekend. The weather looks just atrocious, anyway, and I wouldn't fancy flying in it. I'm sure it'll be interesting to watch Potter spectacularly fall. Draco P.S. I know I'm not supposed to say anything about Mother being related to Sirius Black, but Blaise asked directly about it. Like he's one to talk. I said they probably never met, but should I be saying that Black is a very common surname in England instead? Dear Father, I know the bird's hearing has been scheduled for a school day, but do you think there's any way I could miss a day of classes and go? I think it could be really educational. Also, you can tell Mother that there's really no need for me to see any St. Mungo's specialists when I'm home, the arm is fine now. Really. Draco Dear Father, Thanks for the great news. We had a party of sorts in the Slytherin common room when I got your letter—perfect wrap-up to a Hogsmeade trip day. Pansy made up some clever limericks about hippogriffs on death row, which are attached. Theodore says my arm looks slightly shorter than the other, but I think he was trying to make a joke. Draco P.S. What's going to happen to the hippogriff's head? Do you think there's any chance I could get it? P.P.S. Including a picture of my arms. They're the same, right? Dear Father, Mother seemed concerned in her last letter about my Care of Magical Creatures exam after what happened with the bird, so please tell her it was laughably easy. I'm sure Professor Snape would have stepped in to make sure that oaf didn't fail me on purpose. As you always say, teaching here has gone to the dogs, or maybe the soon-to-be-dead hippogriffs. Draco Dear Father, I too am very confused. Draco Dear Father, I suppose I should be considering myself very very lucky that I was a victim of a hippogriff attack and not a werewolf bite this year. I've already written to Mother, but please tell her the werewolf has left school grounds. There's really no need for me to leave right now, as she seems to think. See you in a few days. If you hear any other news about the missing bird, please let me know. Draco |