Gryffindor Tower
23 November, 1976
Midnight-ish
To the estimable Mr Prongs, greetings and salutations. With two fingers up.
My dear fawn, er, fellow, do you think I wouldn't be able to sniff out danger? Mr Padfoot has not yet felt the need to make kitty pate out of darling Mrs Norris, but that's no reason for you to prance out in front of her and throw your horns about. Discretion, my boy, discretion. Besides, you should be able to outrun her, given a fair headstart. I mean, really, have you ever known a cat to win a marathon? "Oh, my, what a long, hard walk across the carpet that was!" they moan, and dramatically collapse in a heap before the fire, complaining about how their paws ache from the exertion. For shame, Prongs, caught in the jaws of a kitty cat!
Speaking of convenient prey animals, rest assured that our dear Mr Wormtail is all too alive and well, at least for the moment. Console yourself with the knowledge that your charming owl, who smashed against the window at thirty miles per hour, didn't wake me from my well-deserved slumbers. Our mutual friend gorged himself into a happy stupor on illicit eclairs, and is currently snoring with a volume that belies his small size. I am not sure he would be welcome in anyone else's bed but his own. Certainly not mine. At this point, he won't be welcome in his own bed if he keeps this up. So I've been whiling away the noisy hours with a copy of Arsenius Jigger's tract, liberated from He Who Must Not Wash His Hair's satchel. I noticed some interesting notations next to the instructions for Purgatio Kseron—apparently he's found a way to "enhance" the effects of that particular potion, effects I recognise on, you might say, a gut level. Old Jigger had some interesting ideas, I must say, and it would be a shame to waste all the hours we spent cramming for Potions without ever testing some of his hypotheses on a practical level.
I'm going to send your concussed owl back to you now, before she decides to mess on your desk again. On second thought, maybe I should let her have her well-deserved rest.
You, are, as always, in my thoughts.
Disrespectfully not yours,
| Mr Padfoot |
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written by Teka Lynn
February 8, 2003
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The Purgatio Kseron is a creation of Morgan D.