OWL POST
This post is for all owls sent to Patrick's parents. Mind you, owls to his parents go first through Alec, Patrick's self-proclaimed public relations agent/butler.
Benjamin Fiddlesticks: Pat's Dad; Snobby, arrogant, charming, and handsome. Real rich playboy time. Loves flirtations, and would mess with practically anything with two legs to ( Read more... )
Benjamin Fiddlesticks: Pat's Dad; Snobby, arrogant, charming, and handsome. Real rich playboy time. Loves flirtations, and would mess with practically anything with two legs to ( Read more... )
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I would like to thank you for your hospitality and allowing me to attend Kiera's funeral on Saturday. I am so very sorry for your loass. The ceremony was very beautiful and I am honored to have been invited.
Sincerely,
Gabriella Anne Richards
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I am so sorry for your loss, as I've heard that Kiera was nothing but a beautiful and loving person; she'll surely be missed. The service, arrangements, and entire event was lovely and beautifully organized.
Thank you so much for your warm hospitality this past weekend, as well; it was such a pleasure to meet you both, and I enjoyed staying over to get to know you a little better. Dinner was wonderful, and I only look forward to the Holidays even more.
Thank you,
Andra Leigh Owen
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The lady of the house has asked me to respond to your owl- mainly to ask for contact information for your parents>. Worry not- I assure you that this will be to your advantage. Mr. Fiddlesticks wishes to discuss your future stay here at the estate with your parents, allow them to know who it is that you will be staying with and, if neccessary, arrange that the remainder of your belongings be sent over.
Please respond as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Alec
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I meant to write you as well, so lovely! I also wanted to say thank you, for everything. You made me feel very welcome, and I enjoyed our chat while we sort of watched over Pat. Thank you.
Er... My parents? I've included a return address for them. Mind, they aren't thrilled with my decision to remain at school, so I'm not sure how pleasant they'll react. But, there it is regardless.
Thanks again!
Andra
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Well, anytime, Andra. I'm quite fond of Patrick myself, so I am more than pleased to see that he's gotten himself such a fine catch. I very much enjoyed our talk- will look forward to seeing you again around Christmas? The buzz about the estate is that you're to return. Very exciting indeed.
And, on that note, might you let Patrick know that Madeline will be relocated to a hotel? I'm sure he'd be pleased to hear that. You as well.
With your parents- who do you think they'd be more apt to respond to, then? You've now met both the Mister and the Mrs. A mother to mother talk, perhaps?
Let me know,
Alec
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Oh Lord, I hope this doesn't end up somewhere that it shouldn't. You're an awfully hard man to track down eh? So I'm sending this to the 'estate of whoser Fiddle boy' and hoping you get to it first. I think Pat mentioned summat like that happening.
He also said you mentioned something about myself and sunsets? But he garbled it, course, he is 15 after all, and I'm positive you've a better grasp of the language than that eh? So I thought I'd give you the chance like, to correct him.
--Les (Er...Leslie MacDonald....we met at Kiera's funeral...)
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Ah, well, dear, you should thank each and every dot in your lucky star constellation today. Why? Well, it so happens that I was out picking up the post, and saw our post woman standing there in extreme desperation. My dear, there were tears rolling down her flushed, blotchy cheeks, and it was all too terrible. So I approached her, and I said 'Miss Post Woman, might I inquire as to what has you in such a state of distress..?' And she looked at me with those soft brown eyes, grabbed my hand, and held it to her very heart as she replied 'Alec, Alec my love.. I am in A State of Desperation. You see, I have this letter, and it says.. it says: To that Handsome Butler, Estate of Whoser Fiddle Boy, Wandsworth, London, Haven't a Clue Anything Else! Alec, love, I'm most torn.. I'm not quite sure what I should--' And it was at that point that her eyes widened, and she realized how handsome, exactly, the bloke standing before her was. And she looked at the deliveries she held in those pudgy hands of hers, and it seemed to click. ( ... )
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Yes, well. I do apologize, lovely. I had assumed that mail-by-owl was the acceptable way to send post to all involved in the world of magic - am I to assume, then, that you're not? It's a bit confusing. I handle all the correspondance now between the estate and his school, so it's a bit hard to figure out who gets what and the like.
But I'm glad you did recieve it. Hope this note, and the flowers I sent along with it, have found you well.
I've included with this a picture of myself as well. And I do hope I don't let your friends down. Heavens knows how you've described me to them.
Perhaps, just to make sure that all bases are covered and the like, I should, so to say, let them see me face to face instead? You know how the camera works, Les. Adds ten pounds, etc etc. And, ah, yes! Perhaps while I'm about, letting your mates gawk over Alec in the Flesh, I might fancy you for dinner?
Just something to think over, darling.
Hope to hear back from you soon.
Fondly,
Alec
( ... )
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Dear Madeline,
Please enjoy this lovely gift. I do hope that you'll enjoy it -- I thought of purchasing a delicate hankie for those delicate situations... You know, should you wet yourself again. But I figured this might be more appropriate.
[[Enclosed: A bottle of the most disgusting, bitter Merlot found for miles, and a note. "Ever heard the expression 'Cheap Wine'? Let us remember that while wine is put up on the shelf and forgotten about until it's needed to entertain, milk is enjoyed on a daily basis."]]
Kindest Regards,
Andra Leigh Owen
P.T.O. -- I wanted to also thank you for the incidents at Kiera's funeral! You see.. thank to you, my ring was shrunk to fit my finger, and I bonded with Pat's mum while she picked out a dress for me to wear. So thank you... really. Ever so kindly.
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Am having friend of mine help writing this letter. Not good with writen written Anglais.
You note was rather stupide. Do you not realise that lait milk spoils so soon? So you will be gone before you know it.
Where as Merlot, which stays on shelf possibly too long, will be good the next day, when the taste of milk is gone and is time to throw it out to the cat.
Love,
Madeline
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Darling, you have missed my point completely. But do keep trying your written English, it isn't that terrible. Regardless, please do just that -- keep your Merlot, let it age... Keep it for a special occasion, eh? Perhaps when Pat and I get married you can open it.
Whether to toast or get yourself disgustingly drunk -- it's really up to you.
Sincerely,
Andra Leigh Owen
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Surely you are mistaken. Only thing mon Pat will be drinking his wedding night is me.
You realise he still has feelings for me, oui? Note I was transferred for trouble, not fired. Sound fishy, oui?
Madeline
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Believe me -- the disappointment is definitely mutual. You've been more of a mother to me over these past few years than my own. I'm sorely upset that the only mother-daughter bond I've had over the years is sadly torn apart by the events of late.
I have to admit that I was a bit afraid of what I'd be doing when the school closed; I was in the process of writing my own parents a long letter, practically begging for forgiveness and a room in which to house myself until I could find one of my own. But this offer is by far more appealing! You're absolutely correct, I don't need much space in the least.
And the prospect of instructing a beginners ballet class... Is perfect.
As the Board is visiting this coming week before the decision is final, I'll give you an indefinite yes -- if we are, indeed, closed... I'll be there. If not? Thank you anyway, for the offer is incredibly kind.
Thank you, so much for this. Really. You've no idea how much this sets my mind at ease.
Kindest Regards,
Andra
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No need to call me Mrs. Fiddlesticks. It's Rochelle, and you know that. :)
Well, I'm very glad to hear that you'd accept my offer. Even if the school doesn't close early, the offer still stands for end of term as well. Even over Christmas holiday, if you'd like, when you could intern for a bit and get the apartment set for the end of the year?
Of course it's perfect. When the position became available, I couldn't think of anyone more suited for it than you. While I understand that your future likely lies in the world of magic, I'd hope that you'd give Davies a professional hope for the future. The staff here adores you as much as I do and you, dear, would be a perfect fit.
Let me know if my son doesn't behave himself until he comes home next month (if the school closes, that is). I'll have Alec set him straight.
Signed,
Rochelle
[[Next note is wrapped around Rochelle's]]
Andra,
This means we can run off on that fabulous affair that I knew your imagination ran rampant with during long nights alone in the estate, ( ... )
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That's a fantastic idea; if the school doesn't close with the upcoming deadline, I'll definitely be-- well, home-- during the holidays to have everything set up.
To be honest, I've thought about leaving the wizarding world all together, but I don't believe I can do it. I'm afraid that those like myself and Pat are the unlucky ones, forever torn between two worlds. I could never fit myself completely inside of one over the other.
Perhaps pursuits in dance could lead to bringing instruction into this world! Who knows.
Thank you, again, for this. It really means a lot to me, and I assure you I won't let you or Davies down!
Sincerely,
Andra
[[A separately addressed envelope]]
My dearest, most secretively bethrothed Alec:
How did you know? I've longed for you. With thoughts I dare not write lest they besmirch this good parchment with their naughty words.
Longingly,
Andra
P.S.
Git. ;)
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