Norris,
That's funny. No, my paper does not attack me. Perhaps it just doesn't like you, or maybe, you waited too long to respond to my letters.
UKP
UKP,
Going back several letters, we are trying to find something that we agree on. So here goes:
Butterbeer is good.
I hate my parents.
Blowing up stuff is cool.
That should get us started. It will at least give us some conversation material.
Norris
Norris,
All right, if you really think that way about those things, we have three things that we agree on. I like butterbeer, my parents are stupid and I hate them, and blowing up stuff is awesome no matter who you are.
My parents are too much snake for me, and way too much into the Dark stuff for me to like them, but what about you? Why do you hate your parents?
UKP
UKP,
My parents… well, let's just say they aren't very love inspiring. My dad's a drunk, and my mom…she just (something is all scribbled out here).
Do you like any of the arts? I'll draw or write a short story occasionally, usually when I'm mad.
Norris
Norris,
I like to draw, and sometimes act. I'm not terribly brilliant when it comes to writing, but I do try. If you would like, I guess we could write some kind of joint story. It would sure save some paper attacks if we got mad at each other or couldn't think of anything to write to each other.
UKP
UKP,
Well, all right. Try not to write anything too terrible. I don't write tragedy.
Muggles had always thought that she was strange. Even Rose's own sister had called her crazy once or twice. Things just happened to her that were, quite frankly, impossible. And everyone always reminded her of that.
Norris
Norris,
That was short. Did you run out of ideas that fast? Here goes something.
Muggles had always thought that she was strange. Even Rose's own sister had called her crazy once or twice. Things just happened to her that were, quite frankly, impossible. And everyone always reminded her of that. She would see things fly that weren't supposed to, sometimes something would change into something else.
Rose honestly was scared. Scared that she was going crazy, scared that these things would become dangerous. Rose tried to keep calm all the time, for she had noticed that the strange things happened more often when she was very emotional. However, every time she tried to clear her mind, exactly what she was trying to push out would return ten times worse.
She had soon become a loner, afraid that she would hurt someone.
This is fun. Your turn.
UKP