OWL: Chores
Character: Cho Weasley, Percy Weasley.
Location: Cultural Center/Flat.
Date: 17th of May, 2000.
Status/Warning: Openish.
Summary: Cho is gone. The Choness lives on.
Completion: Complete.
Cho had decided on marzipan after all, on the trip to Honeydukes -- not chocolate, acid pops, or ice mice. (Also: not very manly.)
On Sunday the 17th, Tamarind was instructed to 'deliver' (abruptly force upon) a certain Mr. Weasley a piece, along with a note.
Mr.
If Tam has heeded my instruction, it is now 2:30 in the afternoon.
I am out. Thus: your turn for laundry! Also, it's lunch
at the Cultural Center and I miss you terribly.
Before you wonder --
Yes, I wrote this before leaving, but I can already tell I do. (Or will?)
Sundays are awfully dreary when I'm not coercing you into
chores in person. I bet you agree.
(oh, oh! Don't write back to tell me so; you'll scare all the people I've fooled
into thinking I'm perfectly normal. Beautiful muggle Chinatown...)
WILLOW
Li Shangyin (812-858)
Boundless the leaves roused by spring,
Countless the twigs which tremble in the dawn.
Whether the willow can love or not,
Never a time when it does not dance.
Blown fluff hides white butterflies,
Drooping bands disclose the yellow oriole.
The beauty which shakes a kingdom must reach through all the body:
Who comes only to view the willow's eyebrows?
Who indeed! Is it you?
Lucky for us, our willow is quite amorous.
...And at least one half of it will also be rather energetic after class today.
A polite warning,
C(♥P)
Location: Cultural Center/Flat.
Date: 17th of May, 2000.
Status/Warning: Openish.
Summary: Cho is gone. The Choness lives on.
Completion: Complete.
Cho had decided on marzipan after all, on the trip to Honeydukes -- not chocolate, acid pops, or ice mice. (Also: not very manly.)
On Sunday the 17th, Tamarind was instructed to 'deliver' (abruptly force upon) a certain Mr. Weasley a piece, along with a note.
Mr.
If Tam has heeded my instruction, it is now 2:30 in the afternoon.
I am out. Thus: your turn for laundry! Also, it's lunch
at the Cultural Center and I miss you terribly.
Before you wonder --
Yes, I wrote this before leaving, but I can already tell I do. (Or will?)
Sundays are awfully dreary when I'm not coercing you into
chores in person. I bet you agree.
(oh, oh! Don't write back to tell me so; you'll scare all the people I've fooled
into thinking I'm perfectly normal. Beautiful muggle Chinatown...)
WILLOW
Li Shangyin (812-858)
Boundless the leaves roused by spring,
Countless the twigs which tremble in the dawn.
Whether the willow can love or not,
Never a time when it does not dance.
Blown fluff hides white butterflies,
Drooping bands disclose the yellow oriole.
The beauty which shakes a kingdom must reach through all the body:
Who comes only to view the willow's eyebrows?
Who indeed! Is it you?
Lucky for us, our willow is quite amorous.
...And at least one half of it will also be rather energetic after class today.
A polite warning,
C(♥P)