Written by me
Harry (Because this Headmaster this is getting a bit creepy, all I can think of is Dumbledore),
I tempt because I care. It gives you something to think about.
Yes, red looks horrible on me. I'm to pale and I get all blotchy. And you are a hopeless romantic, aren't you? Lie there and look up at it and thing of me...Honestly, do you think I'm a girl? Because if you do, then I hate to disappoint. I'm not.
And I don't think my mum would care that much if you showed up. She's rather clueless about most things. I actually think she would welcome the company. She would probably inform her dear husband about the odd speccy bloke who came to visit me.
Therein lies the problem.
Of course I wouldn't leave you outside all alone. You could get sick and die and then where would I be?
And I don't need a new wardrobe. I don't have anywhere to put it. I might, however, go and purchase you one. You look homeless. Sorry
Love,
Draco