There she was, like disco lemonade
I love watching it snow. So much that I've had to hide in a windowless corner of the library to finish this Transfiguration essay. Or perhaps, it's that the essay is so boring it makes snow interesting? I think it's both.
Dear Tom (I was told this is your name, if not, my apologies)--
I've just become aware of an outstanding bill for damages one, Antonin Dolohov caused a year or two ago. This should cover it. Inclosed are 300 Galleons, I'm sure that'll cover it. - R.M.
So I've acquired a new little friend. His name is Bailey, and he likes cats. But rather enjoys running about with my parchmennnnttt----* squiggles and splotches as if paper was suddenly taken*
Dear Tom (I was told this is your name, if not, my apologies)--
I've just become aware of an outstanding bill for damages one, Antonin Dolohov caused a year or two ago. This should cover it. Inclosed are 300 Galleons, I'm sure that'll cover it. - R.M.
So I've acquired a new little friend. His name is Bailey, and he likes cats. But rather enjoys running about with my parchmennnnttt----* squiggles and splotches as if paper was suddenly taken*