Private
Date: Monday, 1 August
[Private]
What a strange thing, to consider myself to be a possible object of - what? Something. Interest? Curiosity? Fascination?
The entire exchange was disturbing, yet I continue to dwell on it.
He dedicated a song to me! How completely ridiculous is that?? Greasy-haired, hooked-nosed, unmitigated bastard extraordinaire, and he dedicated a song to me.
I could list a sound half-dozen people right now who would claim to count me as 'friend'. Lupin, June, McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Draco... alright, then, not quite a half-dozen. Unless I was willing to add Lucius, Narcissa and Bellatrix to the mix - their 'friendship', at least, I understand better, as being of the sort which only holds weight when there is proper leverage involved - one way or the other. All of them 'friends' based on some sense of obligation, duty, or mutual threat. None could remotely pretend to 'like' me for 'me'!
Myron Wagtail carries none of that baggage, so why does he bother with me? He was not even in my N.E.W.T. class. He has no reason to recollect me with any level of complaisance. My brief bit of 'advice' in the bloody journals was no more or less than I've done for countless other idiots who don't know a privacy ward from a toilet-scrubbing charm!
The amusement park was strange, but certainly nothing noteworthy for one such as himself. There were countless attractive men and women surrounding the stage - in addition to the man he kissed ON the stage - to satisfy the curiosity and lascivious appetites of the most hormonal teenager.
Why would he write a song and dedicate it to me? And why in the bloody hell am I dwelling on the nonsense? [/Private]
[Private to Myron Wagtail]
Dear Mr Wagtail,
Perhaps you noticed the published Quidditch Drawing Results. It happens that I find myself in the surprising possession of a pair of tickets to see the Falmouth Falcons. Actually, a rather astonishing mini-break, complete with accommodations for the three days.
Would you care to
Would you be so kind
I was wondering
Would you like
If you are not otherwise occupied, I would not be opposed to your company, should you wish to attend.
Sincerely,
S. Snape [/Private to Myron Wagtail]
[Private]
Bugger! What have I done? I'd best make certain the accomodations provide two rooms at once. What if he accepts? [/Private]
[Private]
What a strange thing, to consider myself to be a possible object of - what? Something. Interest? Curiosity? Fascination?
The entire exchange was disturbing, yet I continue to dwell on it.
He dedicated a song to me! How completely ridiculous is that?? Greasy-haired, hooked-nosed, unmitigated bastard extraordinaire, and he dedicated a song to me.
I could list a sound half-dozen people right now who would claim to count me as 'friend'. Lupin, June, McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Draco... alright, then, not quite a half-dozen. Unless I was willing to add Lucius, Narcissa and Bellatrix to the mix - their 'friendship', at least, I understand better, as being of the sort which only holds weight when there is proper leverage involved - one way or the other. All of them 'friends' based on some sense of obligation, duty, or mutual threat. None could remotely pretend to 'like' me for 'me'!
Myron Wagtail carries none of that baggage, so why does he bother with me? He was not even in my N.E.W.T. class. He has no reason to recollect me with any level of complaisance. My brief bit of 'advice' in the bloody journals was no more or less than I've done for countless other idiots who don't know a privacy ward from a toilet-scrubbing charm!
The amusement park was strange, but certainly nothing noteworthy for one such as himself. There were countless attractive men and women surrounding the stage - in addition to the man he kissed ON the stage - to satisfy the curiosity and lascivious appetites of the most hormonal teenager.
Why would he write a song and dedicate it to me? And why in the bloody hell am I dwelling on the nonsense? [/Private]
[Private to Myron Wagtail]
Dear Mr Wagtail,
Perhaps you noticed the published Quidditch Drawing Results. It happens that I find myself in the surprising possession of a pair of tickets to see the Falmouth Falcons. Actually, a rather astonishing mini-break, complete with accommodations for the three days.
Would you care to
Would you be so kind
I was wondering
Would you like
If you are not otherwise occupied, I would not be opposed to your company, should you wish to attend.
Sincerely,
S. Snape [/Private to Myron Wagtail]
[Private]
Bugger! What have I done? I'd best make certain the accomodations provide two rooms at once. What if he accepts? [/Private]