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May 1st
Amy, I'm an idiot. I'll spare you the details (and me the humiliation) but basically, I got them in a room alone together -- not an easy task, mind. They've been studiously ignoring each other since the Truth or Dare game. I pushed and prodded Draco, trying to get him to tell Harry what he told me, and they ended up cursing each other. I don't mean swear-cursing, I mean spells. And not a fun little curse like making each other grow neon hair in weird places, either; DANGEROUS, DAMAGING curses. Harry's in the nurse's office right now having his hands regrown (Draco made all the bones from the wrist down disappear). Draco is shut up in the Slytherin rooms with his head still on backwards (it'll go away in a few hours, but Hermione says if the spell is cast with a slightly different enunciation, it can make the target's head turn around and then IMPLODE).
The professors are furious at the two of them. They're both going to be in big trouble. Meanwhile everyone thinks they were fighting over ME, and so they think it's all my fault. And it IS all my fault -- dammit, I'm so stupid! Whatever made me think I could just waltz in here and screw up people's lives like this? Why didn't you tell me that I'm an insufferable busybody?
In your last letter you DID tell me something -- that I'm a slut. Well, fuck you anyway. I'm going to curl up with Chessie and try to forget I ever came to Hogwarts.
---Eva
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Author's Note: Next letter will be the last.
May 1st
Amy, I'm an idiot. I'll spare you the details (and me the humiliation) but basically, I got them in a room alone together -- not an easy task, mind. They've been studiously ignoring each other since the Truth or Dare game. I pushed and prodded Draco, trying to get him to tell Harry what he told me, and they ended up cursing each other. I don't mean swear-cursing, I mean spells. And not a fun little curse like making each other grow neon hair in weird places, either; DANGEROUS, DAMAGING curses. Harry's in the nurse's office right now having his hands regrown (Draco made all the bones from the wrist down disappear). Draco is shut up in the Slytherin rooms with his head still on backwards (it'll go away in a few hours, but Hermione says if the spell is cast with a slightly different enunciation, it can make the target's head turn around and then IMPLODE).
The professors are furious at the two of them. They're both going to be in big trouble. Meanwhile everyone thinks they were fighting over ME, and so they think it's all my fault. And it IS all my fault -- dammit, I'm so stupid! Whatever made me think I could just waltz in here and screw up people's lives like this? Why didn't you tell me that I'm an insufferable busybody?
In your last letter you DID tell me something -- that I'm a slut. Well, fuck you anyway. I'm going to curl up with Chessie and try to forget I ever came to Hogwarts.
---Eva
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Author's Note: Next letter will be the last.
