13 Jan, 2018
Master;
I was so exhausted after I wrote my final letter to you last night, I ended up falling asleep.
I'm getting more and more excited for my visit to the castle - the anticipation is becoming even worse because I'm wanking so much and it's still not as satisfying as being with you is.
I'm on my lunch break again, since it's Monday and I have to go back to work, marital issues and job dissatisfaction aside. Nothing eventful has happened, apart from the fact G sent back the flowers but not the chocolate box. If only cliches worked better on her.
Is my son behaving? I haven't heard anything about him since I received the summons to see Minerva.
I best be going now, Spell Damage is extra busy today. The strangest bloody case I've had today was someone with a lamp growing from their elbow - and you don't even want to know what they'd been trying to charm it to do.
Yours,
p.
pet,
Women are strange creatures. They have their uses though and can be satisfying when the occasion calls.
I have a feeling that anything your son has done since your correspondence with McGonagall is being kept until the meeting. That said, he has been surprisingly quiet in my classes and only jinxed one girl when I wasn't looking. Her ear still hasn't quite gone back down to it's original size.
I do hope you indulge me more about your weird patients when I have you here with me, your stories amuse me quiet a bit.
-M
Master;
Most of my stories involve a lot of blood, and contrary to popular belief, only a few rare cases (though they do usually happen weekly) involve lamps and such.
Another funny one today (kind of) was when a woman came in with a frypan cursed to her hand. Her husband and herself had gotten into an argument, and he'd made the pan almost melt to her hand, saying women belonged in the kitchen. As horrid as the bloke sounds, I couldn't help but laugh a little, and got belted over the shoulder with the bloody pan as a result.
Unfortunately, it was also the shoulder G got me with the saucepan a few days earlier (I swear to Merlin, women just like hurting me), and I've had to ice my shoulder.
I still haven't heard from G or C, one of her brothers came around and gave me a lecture, which wasn't exactly pleasant. The males of her family seem to take immense satisfaction in threatening to do painful stuff to my balls.
There's not much to say, really. I've come to realise that the part of my life that doesn't involve you is really bloody boring.
Yours,
p.
pet,
I like hurting you too. But I like to watch you writhe in pain with pleasure as a stinging afterthought. I can't say I'd ever clout you with kitchenware.
How are you and the Weasel? I haven't heard much about him and the beaver, are you guys still close? Was it him who came to lecture you or another?
You are by far the most interesting aspect in my life too, my darling pet.
-M
Master;
I must say, I'm actually relieved to hear that being hit with kitchen items is off your agenda. It was the next brother up from R (I really need to come up with some kind of coding system for them, and it is not going to be anything to do with weasels or beavers). I actually have reason to be worried about him, since he's almost as good at potions as you are, not to mention other weird spells.
Anyway, it should all be fine. I send G some more flowers and presents, along with a couple of C's baby clothes. I miss my baby girl. The plus is that I can get takeout and eat on the couch with my feet on the coffee table, which really shouldn't be as satisfying as it is.
-p
pet,
What if I demanded that you call them the Weasel and Beaver? Would you disobey me? Also, do you really think your best friend would hex you?
Then again you are fucking me of all people, behind his sister's and niece and nephew's back. I could understand where he'd be coming from. I hope he doesn't though.
Do you not own a house elf to cook for you and your family? That sounds outrageous. It still sobers me to realize how little I really do know about you and your family after six months of affair.
-M
p.s: I wouldn't really make you call them that, I'm not that much of a cunt.
Master;
No, I'm not especially worried, but there would be cause to be if G and I split for good. I wouldn't go against your orders outright, if you were to tell me to refer to them as that, but then again, as you say, you'd never be that much of a tool.
I really don't think I need to worry until (I'm starting to see this as a definite) my marriage ends. How soon that will be, I'm not sure…
Yours,
p.
P.S, is it really that surprising I don't have a house elf when I'm friends with H?
pet;
I guess you're right; those SPEW badges still pop up around here occasionally, that damn Prefect seemed to have left a little imprint on the weirder groups at school. I saw one the other day when I was in the library checking out some new material for my seventh years. Don't tell her that though, I'm sure she'd pee herself with delight and I don't want to be the cause of that.
It's late now so this will be my last letter today - I've exhausted three school owls and the rest seem to be catching on to my frequent posts and looking busy when I appear in the owlery.
Goodnight my pet.
-M
p.s: Digit brushed against my leg tonight at dinner. It's very distracting. And offputting.
p.p.s: when if your marriage ends you're welcome to live in my study permanently I'd love to release all my work-day tension on you every night. You'd probably have to become Pomfrey's new partner or something though to allow your residency. Haha.
Master;
You really must introduce me to this Digit woman. I don't like the sound of her. By the way, I think I'll start referring to her as Prefect (as in H, not Digit).
I should go to bed soon too, especially since my shoulder is hurting me and I have another six-and-a-half hour shift tomorrow. Luckily, I don't start until midday.
I might consider taking you up on the offer to live in your study. That sounds wonderful.
Night, Master.
-p