Wolf in a Tree

((OOC : The first part of this letter is in English. The second, French))

Ondrea,

I hope your holiday has been... is the word Merry? or Happy? I can never remember. Too many variations. We shall say pleasant. Pleasant is good, yes? Ach, I will write in French instead.

Ondrea,

Ignore the first part of this letter. I apologize, but this is the last piece of parchment around, and I do not recall the spell to clear it. I would have used a pencil and eraser, but I am striving to do things more wizard like, as I am a half blood.

Ink really is troublesome though. The stuff gets everywhere and on everything. It is impossible to get out of clothing. Perhaps I will start a trend. Ink stains are totally in right now. Don’t you have ink stains everywhere? No? Get with the times why don’t you!

I hope you will not be opposed to notebook paper and pen. It is almost the same thing, with a stretch of imagination.

A spider has climbed down from the box spring of my bed. It seems to like your letter. Perhaps I will send him too, if he is not against the flight. Do you think Tawny will eat him?

Tawny said he would definitely not do so. He is a majestic owl, or some such madness, and refuses to be reduced to eating vermin.

He is so proud, is he not? As if mice are not vermin by definition.

I am lucky he has not mastered reading quite yet. He would take joy in plucking my eyes out if he heard me say such things.

I believe I will be staying at the enclosed address for most of the holiday. I have only come to my aunt’s because she was there to pick me up. I did not plan to be here, but slipping away will not be difficult. Will you come visit me? If you are not too busy, of course. I hope you are not, I have fun speaking to you, and your beauty is surely not a hindrance to this feeling.

Perhaps we will meet more squirrels and they will call us odder names. They are quite nutty, after all.

Yours, most likely,
Alexander Dawson