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Two Very Stern Owls
((Backdated slightly to pre-mass annulment.))
After finding out some exasperating news, Lily sent out two harshly worded and heavily warded owls.
Seriously. What was wrong with people?
Mr. Sylar ~
It has come to my attention again that you are engaging in fights with other students. Again.
I am seriously disappointed in your chosen behaviour. I am left no recourse but to assign you detention for the next week. You will report to the Hospital Wing each night promptly at six. I suggest you wear clothing you do not mind getting dirty, as you will not be sitting around twiddling your thumbs or using any form of magic or ability.
Also, I am taking fifty points from your House for your misconduct. Do not be late, Mr. Sylar, or I will make it sixty.
~ Professor Evans-Potter-Black-Homsar
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Ms. Morgan,
It has come to my attention that the injuries you sustained were as a result of a fight with a fellow student. You may not be aware, but Hogwarts frowns on such extra-curricular activities.
You will have two days of detention, in the Hospital Wing, beginning at six. Please come prepared to work - no magic or abilities will be allowed.
Fifty points will also be taken from your House.
~ Professor Evans-Potter-Black-Homsar
---
And while she was sending out owls...
Sparky ~
Well, I know you're still alive, because your brother shows up three times a week in my office and he hasn't mentioned having a hut to himself. So I can only conclude that both of your arms are broken and you are incapable of using a Dictiquill. That's the only reason behind you not owling me in Merlin knows how long.
Seriously, I'm worried. And kind of concerned that you've melded into your couch, with a bottle of whiskey attached to your hand.
~ Lily
(Owl is carrying a large tin of fresh-baked chocolate-chip cookies and a basket containing a steak pastie, a corn and cheese casserole, and some fruit salad.)
After finding out some exasperating news, Lily sent out two harshly worded and heavily warded owls.
Seriously. What was wrong with people?
Mr. Sylar ~
It has come to my attention again that you are engaging in fights with other students. Again.
I am seriously disappointed in your chosen behaviour. I am left no recourse but to assign you detention for the next week. You will report to the Hospital Wing each night promptly at six. I suggest you wear clothing you do not mind getting dirty, as you will not be sitting around twiddling your thumbs or using any form of magic or ability.
Also, I am taking fifty points from your House for your misconduct. Do not be late, Mr. Sylar, or I will make it sixty.
~ Professor Evans-Potter-Black-Homsar
---
Ms. Morgan,
It has come to my attention that the injuries you sustained were as a result of a fight with a fellow student. You may not be aware, but Hogwarts frowns on such extra-curricular activities.
You will have two days of detention, in the Hospital Wing, beginning at six. Please come prepared to work - no magic or abilities will be allowed.
Fifty points will also be taken from your House.
~ Professor Evans-Potter-Black-Homsar
---
And while she was sending out owls...
Sparky ~
Well, I know you're still alive, because your brother shows up three times a week in my office and he hasn't mentioned having a hut to himself. So I can only conclude that both of your arms are broken and you are incapable of using a Dictiquill. That's the only reason behind you not owling me in Merlin knows how long.
Seriously, I'm worried. And kind of concerned that you've melded into your couch, with a bottle of whiskey attached to your hand.
~ Lily
(Owl is carrying a large tin of fresh-baked chocolate-chip cookies and a basket containing a steak pastie, a corn and cheese casserole, and some fruit salad.)
no subject
Reaching forward, I took his earlobe between my teeth, ever so gently. Tugged it with the smallest hint of a growl. "You want to do it again, don't you?" Lips dragged along his jaw, feather light. "Hear me whimper? Make my blood rush in my veins? Feel my fear?"
A wide, wicked grin crossed my face. "More alike than even you know," I whispered, looking at him, my black eyes meeting his brown.
My voice had turned into this husky thread of silk, honey golden against the silence. It wound around Sylar, tugging him to me, making the sound of it, the smell of my skin, the feel of my body, the only things that would matter. I was pulling an aura, wrapping my will around his to make me be the entire focus of his attention.
"Do you want to hurt me, Sylar?" I asked, licking my lips slowly. "Do you want to feel me under you, helpless? To know you have the power to do," my finger had worked its way to run across his stomach and now dipped lower as my smile grew, "anything?"