Fabian (fabthefabulous) wrote in amortentia_rpg,

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Owl to Gideon

Scrawled on an envelope in elegant, overly girly, overly loopy, overly formal script: To my dearest, darlingest brother very much with love.

I am sorry that I was cross. I feel really horrid and seem to have made myself ill. It's that time of year though so it may simply be coincidental. Do not worry; I have yet to reach the 'hacking up my lungs' stage. When I do, I assure you that you will be informed quite promptly by our school nurse and will have to stand beside me in an all-night vigil to pray for my soul as everyone positively goes into a panic because I will be on my deathbed for, oh, let's say the third (fourth?) time. Of course, this time it is neither your nor Molly's fault so you are unlikely to care because you won't get to feel guilty or make others feel guilty. Bad show, old boy.

Anyway, how are you? How is Lily? How are your 'Puff mates?

Coughing and sneezingly yours,

Attached is a package containing various records belonging to Gideon Prewett, Esquire.
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