An owl trio

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Robin, having made a very sex-filled profitable trip to London after being called away by a business associate, returned to Hogwarts in quite high spirits. After settling back into his room, Robin made his way to the Owlry, whistling a jaunty tune, and sent off three notes.



(Owl is also carrying a small box wrapped with a green ribbon. Inside the box are two antique hair combs.)

My dearest Miss Bennett,

I do apologize for having neglected you since our conversation of a few days past. I'm afraid business called me away, though each hour that was wasted on menial things was an agony.

I must beg your forgiveness, both for my sore lack of attention and the forward nature of the enclosed gift. They simply reminded me of you and, impulsively, I had to purchase them. I do hope you don't find my boorish behavior off-putting, Miss Bennett. Simply take them as a token of my high regard for you.

And now, I must again be forward and ask if I might have the pleasure of your company. I found the most charming tea shop in the quaint town which adjoins our school and should love to walk with you down to partake of some refreshment.

I am, as always, your servant,

R. Goodfellow



Simkin ~

I feel in need of a drink. Care to join me?

~ R. Goodfellow



Darcy ~

I have met her. You are twice the fool I thought you were. She is exquisite.

~ R. Goodfellow

Comments

Return owl

[fw-darcy.livejournal.com]

Goodfellow -

She is, and I am.

Suggestions?

Darcy

Return owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Darcy ~

Tell her.

~ R. Goodfellow

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

My dear Mr. Goodfellow,

I thank you most sincerely for the hair combs and confess myself extremely flattered by your great kindness and thoughtfulness. I am a forward, pert creature myself, so pray do not consider yourself at all boorish for being forward.

I am very sorry that your time was unhappily spent, and I hope I may rectify that, somewhat, by confessing that I would very much enjoy joining you for tea. I am always very fond of walking, and would enjoy seeing the grounds and the town on the way to the tea shop. The promise of your excellent company simply makes the offer irresistible, and I am afraid my forwardness wins out over any sense of propriety. Where shall we meet, sir?

Yours,
Elizabeth Bennet

Return owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

My dearest Miss Bennett,

Then I must only confess myself relieved and quite fortunate to have been enthralled by such a kind and forgiving lady. I pray that my continued forwardness does not tire you overly.

And now I must also confess to you, most guiltily, that the memory your company was the thought that sustained me through a very trying few days; and the hopes of spending more time in said fair company was my hope in writing you. (And now, dear lady, I'm afraid my forwardness has crossed over any sense of propriety. You will think me quite the rogue before ere long.)

Perhaps I could come and meet you outside of your House, my lady? I am currently residing in Ravenclaw and must declare an ignorance of which House has the joy of claiming your membership. However, if you give me the name, I shall await your presence most eagerly at any time that pleases you.

Yours, most faithfully,

R. Goodfellow

(At the bottom of the note, in a tiny script, was a bit of a poem:)

“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.*”

((From Portrait of a Lady (http://www.bartleby.com/198/2.html) by T.S. Elliot.))

Re: Return owl

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

After spending a moment wondering why she was so strangely attractive to non-mortal, charming rogues, or why, in fact, she was immediately attractive to men here, when she was not back home (perhaps her lack of funds no longer bothered anyone? She knew of two suitors she'd lost, off the bat, because she could hope for nothing better than 50 pounds per anum), Lizzy sat down and penned a neat reply.

My dear Mr. Goodfellow,

Have no fear of that, sir. I marked you for a rogue shortly after our first meeting, but that is not necessarily a bad title to claim. Your charm, kindness, and wit cast the word 'rogue' in the best light possible, and I should be shocked if people thought ill of you for it.

I reside in Ravenclaw myself, sir. I have no engagements at present, pray, name the time yourself.

Yours,
Elizabeth Bennet

Return Owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

My dearest Miss Bennet,

Ah, and now, my lady, you flatter me unduly. Still - rogue that I am - I cannot bring myself to ask you to cease. I only hope that you will find my company half as pleasurable as I find yours.

And fortune smiles on me again! Shall I ask to meet you, then, in our shared common room in a quarter of an hour? I pray that you wear a cloak of some sort, also, dear Miss Bennet, as the winds grow cold this season and I could not bear to see you catch a chill.

Your servant,

R. Goodfellow

Re: Return Owl

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Mr. Goodfellow,

That sounds delightful, and I humbly thank you for the advice. I shall see you then.

Yours,
Elizabeth Bennet

((Are you starting the thread, then?))

Re: Return Owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

((I shall! It's up here (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1006299.html#cutid1). *sits back and wonders what the hell her pup is doing*))

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

Robin,

Did you get shot down again, my dear Puck? Have you been cursed or something?

Tsk.

Drinks it is. I'll talk to the Little Blue Men about procuring alcohol.

-Simkin

Return owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Simkin ~

Some of us do not use drink only to drown our sorrows, boy. There are meetings for that.

Try to get something that's older than most of my wardrobe. Mortals do insist on drinking things that aren't nearly aged well enough.

Where shall we meet?

~ R. Goodfellow

Re: Return owl

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

Robin,

I have no sorrows, Puck. You should have worked this out by now.

Older than your wardrobe? That's remarkably easy, since I swear it changes more than MY outfit does.

Name a place. I am not fussed.

~Simkin

Return owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Simkin,

Then you are more of an intrigue that I previously anticipated. And a lucky cad, at that.

Clothing makes the man, dear boy; and when one hopes to blend in with the mortal crowd, one must be willing to play their little games.

The Astronomy Tower, then. I feel the need for some air.

- R. Goodfellow

Re: Return owl

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

Robin,

Luckier than you might imagine. I believe I'm starting to understand that whole 'love' thing the mortals go on about.

Or maybe I'm just straying into your domain of lust.

And clothing does make the man. I'm just amazed that you need a wardrobe. I certainly don't. Anything I want, on demand.

Astronomy tower it is. See you there.

~Simkin

Re: Return owl

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Simkin,

...That sounds like a story best told when I have the opportunity to get drunk directly afterward.

And yes. Lust. My domain. Firmly in it, never want to leave. Glorious thing, lust.

I'll be waiting. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1008702.html#cutid1)

- R. Goodfellow