Dear Wishing for More,
Dammit, I said I was going to pay you, and I will as soon as I find out who you are.
I swear, it's not as bad as it seems. Besides, how do you know I don't deserve it? Maybe I'm an ax murderer. I was never saying it was 'okay', but yeah, I do need to suck it up. Only until I get a place in the Wizarding world. And if you even THINK about funding a house, I will find you and break your nose so bad you'll need SkeleGrow.
I don't need or want to be saved. I'm a big girl; I can handle things all by myself. And you wonder why I won't tell you my name. You'd do something, and then I'd have to hurt you.
What have I done before? Given someone advice or ignored someone because I didn't like them?
I'd write more too, but I've got to go get my school supplies from Gringotts because someone feels a need to play knight in shining armor. I just remembered I can apparate.
Rissa RULES,
Bored as Hell
P.S. How wet did you get?
Dear Bored as Hell,
I've actually had my nose broken badly enough to need SkeleGrow, and it wouldn't be enough to stop me from getting you away from there. The only thing that keeps me from actually doing it and enduring the pain is the fact that you'd never speak to me again.
There's a difference between being a 'knight in shining armor' and helping someone out. If it bothers you, your highness, I won't bother anymore.
I highly doubt that you're an ax murderer. You don't have it in you. (Now don't go out and do it just to prove me wrong.)
Well, we get on the train tomorrow. See you at school, even if I don't know it.
Not Good Enough.
P.S. I was getting Baden ready for his bath when it started pouring, so we got our bathing suits on and washed our hair in the rain. To answer your question, we both got soaked.