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Part Five
To: Dawn Summers Wolfram and Hart Los Angeles, CA Summers, You crazy bint! I had no concern whatsoever about your well being. I had just found out that I’m receiving a grade for all of this madness and I didn’t want it to affect my standings. The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know. It revolves around my family. You mentioned a new scar, what happened? What kind of other scars do you have? Cause I’m sure it’s not too hard for you to get injured. After all, you are a girl and a muggle, makes you doubly klutzy. I still don’t understand how you cannot like quidditch. Must be some sort of deficiency in your muggle brain or something. And just for your information, Harry isn’t really skilled, he’s just lucky. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to find out he cheats to win. It’s really the only way he could pull of the catches he makes. Got to go, I have more important homework to do. Draco P.S. How can you be so blasé about an apocalypse? To: Draco Malfoy Slytherin Dungeons Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Malfoy, Just when I think your idiocy could sink no lower, you surprise me by showing me even deeper levels. One of these days somebody is going to pop that elitist bubble you have created around yourself and I can only hope I’m there to laugh when it happens. Moving on to other matters. My new scar was caused by being skewered by some random demon during the battle. Has nothing to do with me being a girl and more to do with trying to fight twenty demons while trying to prevent them from completing a spell. Needless to say, my sister freaked a little. Ok, a lot. My other scars are none of your damn business. When you’ve faced as many apocalypses as we have, we’re allowed to joke. My sister has now stopped eight, this was only the third one that I’ve participated in. The threat of one barely fazes us anymore. Don’t bother responding to this letter. We’re leaving for a month on slayer business. I don’t want the owl to have to hunt for me cause I’m not entirely sure where we’re going. Giles and Wesley are being super-secretive. I’ll write you when we get back. Dawn Previous Part Across the Pond Menu Next Part |
