A/N: A truly brilliant reviewer out there who's probably sitting in a TV station with a Kia and a cat convinced the author of this letter to let me post it.
Jo,
All right then. I have a very, very serious issue here, and I want to know how you are going to resolve it. Now.
No, I don't care about people putting me into their stories. Like Professor Snape, I find it rather flattering that they think of me at all, the whole eight times I am mentioned in the series.
All the rest of them, with their bloody whining and carrying on about "Oh, I have to have a relationship with someone!" or "Oh, I never know what's going to happen to me next" or "Oh, look at me, I'm dead!" make me sick. They have absolutely no idea how hard this is to deal with. At least they are set in one body for the whole time.
Don't play innocent with me, I know you know what I am talking about. The question of my gender has come up more than once, and it's only gotten worse the longer you have let the matter slide.
I have been everything from male to female to a hermaphrodite to a purple monkey, and I am bloody well sick of it.
I think you OWE me an explanation, Jo. Actually, I think you owe everyone involved an explanation, and put it into simple words so no one will be able to quibble with them. The situation is becoming most desperate, and, as the saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
By the end of the month, I want a set gender, Jo. I want a definite and concrete sex to be placed for me, I want the world to know about it, and I want it NOW.
I don't want to have to resort to drastic measures, such as flashing large amounts of the public at the upcoming convention in Canada, but I will if pressed.
I shall hope to hear from you, one way or another, soon. Until then I will remain. . .
Respectfully Yours,
Blaise Zabini
Jo,
All right then. I have a very, very serious issue here, and I want to know how you are going to resolve it. Now.
No, I don't care about people putting me into their stories. Like Professor Snape, I find it rather flattering that they think of me at all, the whole eight times I am mentioned in the series.
All the rest of them, with their bloody whining and carrying on about "Oh, I have to have a relationship with someone!" or "Oh, I never know what's going to happen to me next" or "Oh, look at me, I'm dead!" make me sick. They have absolutely no idea how hard this is to deal with. At least they are set in one body for the whole time.
Don't play innocent with me, I know you know what I am talking about. The question of my gender has come up more than once, and it's only gotten worse the longer you have let the matter slide.
I have been everything from male to female to a hermaphrodite to a purple monkey, and I am bloody well sick of it.
I think you OWE me an explanation, Jo. Actually, I think you owe everyone involved an explanation, and put it into simple words so no one will be able to quibble with them. The situation is becoming most desperate, and, as the saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
By the end of the month, I want a set gender, Jo. I want a definite and concrete sex to be placed for me, I want the world to know about it, and I want it NOW.
I don't want to have to resort to drastic measures, such as flashing large amounts of the public at the upcoming convention in Canada, but I will if pressed.
I shall hope to hear from you, one way or another, soon. Until then I will remain. . .
Respectfully Yours,
Blaise Zabini