To the estimable Lily Evans,
I rather prefer not putting my name on the front of envelopes, as it often means that the recipient will disregard the letter altogether, and all of my extensive time spent writing and re-writing and fretting over the exact wording of my carefully plotted letter shall be in vain (joking. I don’t do any of that).
But now you’ve read this far, you’ve already spent this much time reading, and are therefore invested in the outcome of this note, so I shall reveal my identity.
It’s Sam. Sam Dearborn. Egbert the Incompetent’s brother. You remember me, right? Handsome bloke, tall, fantastic hair, kills in a fedora…
I’ve been having a lot of McPrice feels lately
Like a lot
“This was Adam. Sure, she had grown somewhat used to the fact that her stomach did back flips when he went out of his way to make her laugh, or when he grinned in his special “just for her” way, or when he wore his Quidditch robes, or… well… most of the times they had any contact… but that was because she was happy to see him… because he made her happy… because they were friends… because…
She ought to have been shocked- blown away by the sudden onslaught of previously uncategorized emotion, and yet none of it seemed very surprising at all.” (x)
For Clara’s 18th birthday
sorry it’s late my love
Lily shrugged. “Why aren’t you sitting with your mates?” She nodded vaguely towards James across the room, but did not quite look at the Head Boy, because he was holding Carlotta’s hand.
“Meloni is disrupting my equilibrium,” replied Sirius casually.
“My Zen, if you will.”
“You have Zen?”
“I am Zen.”
“Do you know what ‘Zen’ is?”
“Not anymore, I don’t. Carlotta disrupted it all away.”
“Do you know what ‘disrupted’ is?”
“Your nit-picking is doing a number on the little Zen I have left, Snitch.”
“I thought Carlotta ‘disrupted it all away,’ and why did you call me a snitch?”
TLAT- ch 32, Carlotta Delenda Est