Ladon,
Sorry to say that even if (when) I do end up in the hospital wing, you're still going to have to deal with me.
Yours,
Thorn
P.S. I was going to leave the letter at that for the mystery of it all, but my friend tells me there's a reason that I know almost nothing about you after two months of letters. Apparently, it's NOT because I'm oblivious to the world around me, which is a refreshing change. This time, it seems to be because I don't write enough in my letters.
"You and your parchmate should be much closer. You can only correspond a maximum of three times a day, so you must take advantage and give your partner more to work with. Maybe try some conversation games to get started."
Honestly. I think I know you plenty. For an anonymous being and all.
The point is, McGonagall will be introducing a new way to speak to each other next week because some people have been complaining about not being able to talk to their parchmates as frequently as they like. Soon, I'm going to be just a quill away. Surely you're bursting at the seams with excitement.
P.P.S. The only wizarding conversation game I know is SBA. So... SBA: The giant squid, a blast-ended skrewt, and a dementor. Choose wisely.
















