ORDER ONLY: Private Message to Sally-Anne, Justin, Ron, and Harry

[alt_pansy]

WHAT?

I mean, seriously.

Seriously.

A man. In our room. For years. Who just happened to be old school chums with Harry's dad and Sirius and Mr Lupin.

If Sally-Anne didn't look so white-faced, I would've thought April Fools came early. Because it's completely and utterly ridiculous.

And weird.

Comments

[alt_ron]

Don't worry. He's not getting loose.

[alt_pansy]

Good.

I'm sorry. I'd be a great deal less giggly if I had been there. And hadn't had such a monumentally awful day yesterday.

[alt_ron]

How are you tonight?

[alt_pansy]

Much better. Sally-Anne got me some fennel seed after what Terry wrote, and that helped.

And while you lot were uncovering a spy ring of one, I made some good progress in Potions, which was sorely needed.

I think I'll be ready for the salle tomorrow.

We'll see what happens when I try to sleep tonight, but I think it'll be better than it was. I really, really hope so, at least.

[alt_ron]

Not so good last night, I guess?

Private Message to Ron

[alt_pansy]

Bad dreams.

Woke up screaming.

Sally-Anne slept over after that, though. Like we used to. Which was good.