Susanna Donnelly,
Remarried
is a wonderful, beautiful thing that we should be grateful for, don't
you think?
Congratulations! You have
been hereby invited to witness Jacob Donnelly and Kelly Smith take
the plunge in holy matrimony!
Date: March 16th
Time: 2:30 p.m.
Your position: Maid of Honor (Horror's more like it)
Please invite a guest (I suppose that'd likely be Black right?)
Sincerely,
Soon to be Mr. & Mrs. Jacob Donnelly!
P.S. Kelly is thinking pink for the dresses. I'll try my best to change her mind around to say… black. Love, Lucius.
This was ridiculous. Suzie wouldn't be attending any wedding, especially not her estranged father's to a well-known Ministry gold-digger. There'd be no Maid of Honor (Horror) dress even if it was black.
What was up with the 'Love Lucius' bit? He was a married man already and his wife Narcissa would have Suzie's head if she found out what her husband of four months had written to her.
She picked up her own quill and began writing a reply. It wasn't addressed to Lucius but the infamous Jacob Donnelly himself.
Dear Jacob Donnelly,
March
16th, huh? I imagine thanks to your red-hair and surname
Kelly thought you were a big-time St. Patrick's Day fanatic.
Hopefully you'll open this (if you do) and will recognize your own
daughter's handwriting. If not, don't spaz out about it, I've
never written anything to you let alone speak to you in person or
over the telephone in a year.
I'm just writing
to tell you that I send my best wishes to you and Kelly, but I'm
not going to any damn wedding. Sorry.
I
can't wait for Lucy and mum's reactions.
Yours truly,
Suzie Donnelly
P.S.
I'm not dating that muggle-arse Simon anymore. Try Sirius Black.
Suck on that dick.
After being caught kissing in front of the entire Gryffindor clan, they had calmed their relationship down a bit. Neither of them wanted to flaunt it in front of Hogwarts, otherwise, when everything did go sour between them, it'd be easier for their peers and professors to get used to and see.
A doey-eyed third year with a frizzy mane of red hair trotted up to Suzie and set down a muggle newspaper. "Simon's like in love with you!" she squealed and took off to Hufflepuff table.
Sirius looked at the newspaper over her shoulder. It promptly burst into flames, curling up into a fist until Lily splashed a cup of water on it. "Seriously, Suzie, I'd like to see what the muggles have to say about your ex-boyfriend's never-ending love for you. Hey! Lukas Huntsberger! Give me that muggle print!" Lukas handed over the newspaper, he was a wannabe Marauder who would gladly stab himself in the heart just to be reassured that the Marauders would invite him to: "Welcome to the Afterlife" extravaganza.
" 'I miss her a lot. If you've heard our latest song: Weeping Willows then you bastards would know how much I need my Suzie.'" Sirius erupted out into laughter.
"Hey you faggot! Simon's a right gentleman! Donnelly was wrong to let him go!" the giggles stopped there.
"Yah Black!"
"Get back together with Simon, Suzie!"
Suzie stood up on the table, a bowl of porridge splattering in Peter's lap. "Hey! Can I get all of your attention!" Suzie shouted. She had their attention. "Thanks. Want to know why I broke up with Simon? Because he freaked out when I told him I could do magic, he was drunk or stoned, I really don't remember, but still. The marijuana should've made it a little bit easier for him to handle." She laughed. "He's an ass really. Now, all of you Suzie-Simon shippers go masturbate in the loo!"
Hey,
I
suppose you've read the newspapers. It's a little weird, right?
You going out with your fellow magic-user. Don't worry, I'm sober
and I've still got the ring if you'll ever get over our little
speed bump.
What
I told those reporters was true. I miss you like hell. You're
everything to me, Suzie. Not having you around for the tour sucks,
really badly. The guys miss you too. Mainly because you're their
only hope of female-interaction after Rudy (our manager if you don't
remember) banned all females besides family members from visiting.
Write
me back soon. Your mom's sending this off for me. Oops. I guess I
shouldn't have written that, right? Write soon… please.
Love,
Simon
Bye,
What's
going on? Are you and mother forming a little league to try and get
us back together? Honestly, I don't want to have to break your
heart, but I think it'll make good music so since I'm obviously
still your muse, I GOT A FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry,
you'll always be a part of me. Remember the scar on my cheek? The
one you planted there by chucking a beer bottle at my face and it
smashing?
Maybe
someday. Whatever the hell my heart means by that.
Suzie