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I’ve spent the last few days in the Hospital Wing, recovering from a bad bite. The side effects of which are horrendous - it made being a werewolf look a bit like a sunny walk in the park. Not really, but it's not much fun either.
I plan to meet Sirius for a late tea on Saturday - perhaps he’ll give me another one of those massages like he promised. I had to beg off on our meeting at the last minute. Or rather, Madame Pomfrey had to beg off for me as I was rather indisposed, frothing and levitating three feet above my bed and in no state to address my being unable to address.
However, I could not allow this to go by without response:
My dear Severus, I do believe you’re under the mistaken impression that I would have access to a bloody caffe while in my werewolf form. Unlike some people, food and the attached fixations do not consume (no pun intended, truly) every waking hour of my day. I do believe you’re the one who gained nearly twenty pounds in the first summer of the Death Eaters on those food-fetish jaunts with Mr Malfoy?
I, unlike you, do not consider a bottle of merlot and a fine Melitzana Salata compatible conservationists or lifetime mates. And a merlot doesn’t even go with the Melitzana! You should know it even makes Saganaki taste like rubbish! I would expect more from a self proclaimed connoisseur of taste.
But I digress.
I wouldn’t be writing this entry if you weren’t making Sirius out to be such a slut, Severus. The sole reason you’ve spent so much time and energy into defiling Sirius’ character as a sexual/emotional comrade is because he didn’t think enough of you to try.
And why would he, Severus?
I plan to meet Sirius for a late tea on Saturday - perhaps he’ll give me another one of those massages like he promised. I had to beg off on our meeting at the last minute. Or rather, Madame Pomfrey had to beg off for me as I was rather indisposed, frothing and levitating three feet above my bed and in no state to address my being unable to address.
However, I could not allow this to go by without response:
My dear Severus, I do believe you’re under the mistaken impression that I would have access to a bloody caffe while in my werewolf form. Unlike some people, food and the attached fixations do not consume (no pun intended, truly) every waking hour of my day. I do believe you’re the one who gained nearly twenty pounds in the first summer of the Death Eaters on those food-fetish jaunts with Mr Malfoy?
I, unlike you, do not consider a bottle of merlot and a fine Melitzana Salata compatible conservationists or lifetime mates. And a merlot doesn’t even go with the Melitzana! You should know it even makes Saganaki taste like rubbish! I would expect more from a self proclaimed connoisseur of taste.
But I digress.
I wouldn’t be writing this entry if you weren’t making Sirius out to be such a slut, Severus. The sole reason you’ve spent so much time and energy into defiling Sirius’ character as a sexual/emotional comrade is because he didn’t think enough of you to try.
And why would he, Severus?