hogwartsexpressed | Owls from Last Night

Thanks, mum.

Boys are dumb.

Ah, quite frequently.

Any particulars?

No, no one in particular.

Okay. No. Oliver Wood is being a complete and utter prat. He doesn't even go to Hogwarts anymore! He thinks he has a right to tell us how we should play. Ugh!

[And maybe there were other reasons she was upset by this but she was definitely not going to go there.]

Wood? The dishy Scot?

—but I agree, that's insufferable! My parents would call that 'back-seat driving'. I can't think of a broom equivalence. Still, perhaps a word whispered to McGonagall? The chain of command is, among other things, for unity and morale, and he's mucking about with it.

Then, of course, if he's pouty at being told off, it'll have been by someone else, so you can buy him a cocoa to console him.

Mum!

But yes, the quidditch obsessed-must always win dishy Scot.

I don't know if there is an equivalent but if there is, he would be doing exactly that. I'm to the point of going to McGonagall. Shouldn't he be focusing on his own career?

[There was probably a small pause as she considered buying him a cocoa to console him.]

Ugh. I'd want to throw said cocoa at his face. His stupidly attractive annoying face.

[Is grinning hugely on her end.]

Well, one thing at a time. Perhaps he's taking career anxieties out on you all. Maybe all he needs after all is a sympathetic ear. Who knows.

Ha, sorry, love, I'm not trying to bully you into anything. Your feelings seem quite justified and however you choose to proceed, I trust your compassion and dedication, both.

Anything short of whacking him with a bludger is probably fair.

[Cassie thought about that for a moment before responding. She supposed she could see why Oliver would hold onto his Hogwarts days with a death grip when facing uncertainty in the post-Hogwarts world.]

I... guess you may have a point. Hogwarts was his life for seven years and I can see why he may be holding onto that with stupid obsessive hands.

HAH! I don't want to be suspended from the team by whacking him with a bludger though the thought is tempting. Well, it was more tempting when he was actually here and running us through those ridiculous drills.

But, perhaps I'll try writing him a very strongly worded letter.

[And see if he wanted to grab a coffee or cocoa. Maybe.]

If you want an extra editor, I'm always here. Remus is good at that too. Don't ask your father, he might get overly focused on the Quidditch of it all.

I'll take you up on that. Otherwise, it may be filled with curses.

He would! And then he'd ask what his prospects are for teams.

I've always been proud of your all your vocabulary, dear ;)

Oh, we love that ridiculous man. I once worried that our religious differences might cause problems. And by that I mean: his love for and my indifference to sports. Fortunately, neither has ever tried to convert the other.

Thanks, mum. We both know who I got my vocabulary from. ;)

We do. I guess. I am very thankful that it has not caused any serious problems!

Not since I learned which qball is which, at least.

Which Dad and Uncle Padfoot are very thankful for, no doubt!

It was for mutual protection. If they teased me or deigned to explain it one more time…

LOL! That's fair. They have a tendency to overdo it.

Admittedly, I overdid it right back. When they started lecturing me on Quid Things, I started lecturing them on Ancient History. The densest bits.

Merlin! I can imagine the looks on their faces now!

Owls from Last Night

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I'm not a shipper but for some reason he came to mind so there we go. LOL

Mmm, yes, he does come to mind X-D

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[sorry for delay!]

I'm sorry for the delay on this end too!

<3 !

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I think we'll need some more family CR sometime!! :D

Yes please!!

YAY!