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Post by scorpius h. malfoy on Feb 3, 2011 20:41:28 GMT -5
so typical that you'd have me go through the entire quidditch team just to find out what your name was. i know that i should have already known it by now, so don't start. i know you're about to start a rebuttle, so just....don't. just stop what you're doing. i'll know if you're writing one too, because i'm just down the hall from you and i can easily send a first year to monitor what you're doing. now, onto the reason why i started this letter in the first place: you know our semi-ridiculous practice yesterday? well, you forgot your jersey in the locker room, and being the extrordinarily brilliant man that i am, i picked it up for you. so if you play your cards right, you just might get it back. meaning, of course, after i beat you in tomorrow's four-on-four match. so good luck in advance, em. you're gonna need it.
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Post by emery j. thruston on Feb 4, 2011 15:28:52 GMT -5
dear mister malfoy, the recipient of this letter has chosen to not quite give two fucks about the contents of your previous letter, and asks that you kindly return her jersey. miss thruston also requests that you gear up for what is sure to be a sorry loss at the four on four later on. if you do intend on giving her her jersey back and thereby keeping all major limbs intact, please meet her at precisely eleven o'clock pm with a mug of hot chocolate in the slytherin common room. oh and it's emery, thank you very much.
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Post by scorpius h. malfoy on Feb 5, 2011 17:51:34 GMT -5
aw, look. em cares enough to give at least one. how endearing. as for the jersey, it will be returned to you as soon as you beat me in the four on four game. which won't be happening, as i'm sure you know. as for the latter requests, well....the entire castle knows good and well that scorpius malfoy doesn't bend to anyone's will, so doing so for one girl alone simply wouldn't make much sense, now would it? don't bother answering that. and since we're talking in third person now, scorpius rejects your offer, but might consider the return of said jersey if she meets him in the common room with two mugs of hot chocolate. oh, and you're welcome, em.
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Post by emery j. thruston on Feb 6, 2011 14:57:04 GMT -5
has anyone ever told you they'd love to beat you over the head with a large club?
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