Written by beatlebeb
The Emporer of the entire effing World,
Not kissing paper, eh? Let me just say hmmmm...that sounds etrodinarily nice.
You know, I don't think I fancy the idea of you painting your ceiling red much any more. What, with it matching the duvet and such, it really reminds me too much of all the blood. And the blood reminds me of the fact that I don't know what the hell you're doing with yourself. And that reminds me that I'm not with you...
So maybe you should just stick with the green or maybe even the blue.
And you are not that frightening...I only meant that if you showed up at my place, claiming that you're my boyfriend come to fetch me for the rest of the summer, well, after their initcial shock of who the hell Harry Potter is (oh yes, I remember now, he's that quiet ghost that lives upstairs and doesn't eat. Oh...I thought he was dead.) they would probably fein death from heart failure or Uncle Vernon's inability to breath through his nose. I guess you're right about a bit of it, though. Dudley would surely run at the sight of you. Pretty things make him nervous.
Anyway, still counting the days on my nice handy beside-the-bed callander that I made especialy with you in mind.
Love,
The guy in the corner there, plotting against the Kingdom entirely