Post by Seth Hevulen on Feb 21, 2009 5:33:23 GMT 1
Hey Mummy (I don’t want anything… honest…),
Thanks for my presents, they were awesome as always. I’m happy you announce that Buffs and Jerry look suitably happy. Nice and clean, hooray. Give them my love, though I doubt you’d kiss them, weird lady. Anyway, I’ll stop insulting you now considering I’m about to ask you a favour.
I know Jazzie has mentioned him to you. She seems intrigued by the whole ordeal. She actually sounded surprised that I had a friend. Thanks Sis, I love you too. She hasn’t met him personally, but she knows him in a weird round about way. He’s worked at the school for three years, since he was 17. I know what your gunna say, ‘He’s a bit old to be hanging around with,’ but I swear he is eh nicest guy you’d ever meet.
To say he has issues would be an understatement. He’s what wizard folk call a Squib. Basically a ‘muggle’ born into an all wizard family. I think. Not really certain about the details, to be completely honest it doesn’t bother me. But that where his problems stem from.
To cut an incredibly long story short – we met properly at the start of the school year in the corner of the library. I know you mother, please, remember your son has no social skill what so ever. But we started talking. Or I did, he was pretty monosyllabic. But slowly he’s starting to get better. He’s smiling and laughing and holding full conversations. We spent the Halloween Ball, or as I like to call it, my birthday party of horror and doom, chatting to each other and he got me a copy of Beedle the Bard, that book I told you I was reading with the wizard’s fairytales? Absolutely mint condition but really old. It’s amazing.
But anyway, his family are a load of arses, basically. And have pretty much disowned him, so he’s gunna be on his own at Christmas. I was wondering, more like hoping, that you’d be the absolutely awesome mother that you are, and let him come and stay with us over Christmas? I know it a family time and stuff, but he’s the best friend I‘ve ever had, and I think doing this would only help him more.
He can stay in my room – You know I’d kill Jazzie after a night and putting him in her pink-o-rama room would do way more harm than good.
I will beg if needed.
I love you Mum! (Lots)
Your favourite son in the whole wide world. Ever.
Thanks for my presents, they were awesome as always. I’m happy you announce that Buffs and Jerry look suitably happy. Nice and clean, hooray. Give them my love, though I doubt you’d kiss them, weird lady. Anyway, I’ll stop insulting you now considering I’m about to ask you a favour.
I know Jazzie has mentioned him to you. She seems intrigued by the whole ordeal. She actually sounded surprised that I had a friend. Thanks Sis, I love you too. She hasn’t met him personally, but she knows him in a weird round about way. He’s worked at the school for three years, since he was 17. I know what your gunna say, ‘He’s a bit old to be hanging around with,’ but I swear he is eh nicest guy you’d ever meet.
To say he has issues would be an understatement. He’s what wizard folk call a Squib. Basically a ‘muggle’ born into an all wizard family. I think. Not really certain about the details, to be completely honest it doesn’t bother me. But that where his problems stem from.
To cut an incredibly long story short – we met properly at the start of the school year in the corner of the library. I know you mother, please, remember your son has no social skill what so ever. But we started talking. Or I did, he was pretty monosyllabic. But slowly he’s starting to get better. He’s smiling and laughing and holding full conversations. We spent the Halloween Ball, or as I like to call it, my birthday party of horror and doom, chatting to each other and he got me a copy of Beedle the Bard, that book I told you I was reading with the wizard’s fairytales? Absolutely mint condition but really old. It’s amazing.
But anyway, his family are a load of arses, basically. And have pretty much disowned him, so he’s gunna be on his own at Christmas. I was wondering, more like hoping, that you’d be the absolutely awesome mother that you are, and let him come and stay with us over Christmas? I know it a family time and stuff, but he’s the best friend I‘ve ever had, and I think doing this would only help him more.
He can stay in my room – You know I’d kill Jazzie after a night and putting him in her pink-o-rama room would do way more harm than good.
I will beg if needed.
I love you Mum! (Lots)
Your favourite son in the whole wide world. Ever.
Seth
xxxxxx
(P.S Love you!)
xxxxxx
(P.S Love you!)
