I've been told that I've been too much of a hermit lately, which is laughable considering I'm something of the house guard dog (ha ha ha) so I've decided to expand my horizons and get new friends who won't badger me when I'm thoughtfully visiting the hippogriff living in my mother's bedroom.
Let's get to know each other, shall we? Let's see... I like motorbikes, flying and things that are funny. I do not like RATS. Or toast that isn't toasty. Or toast that is burnt. There's a certain art to toasting, you know. I don't trust the electric toasters, but Remus won't let me start a fire everytime I want toast, so there's a certain lack of it in my diet. The jellies in the cupboard are safe...for now.
So, you're called 'spacefragments'. A curious name! I'm Sirius, and I guess since we haven't met, you must be in a different part of the universe than I am. (HA HA) Sometimes I feel like everyone's in a different part of the universe than I am. It might be neat to be space fragments, because then you can be in several places at the same time and still know what the rest of you is doing - plus, you're in space and I always thought it'd be neat to go and fly around in space. Think of the Quidditch you could play in an arena like that!
Someone is banging on the door. You'd think they'd let me socialize in peace, but there's just no pleasing some people. I'm going to have to end this here, darling. Don't think badly of me. I also intend on telling them of our lucrative relationship over the separation of our fragmented spaces, just in case you are wondering. I hope that will come true, sometime.
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I've been told that I've been too much of a hermit lately, which is laughable considering I'm something of the house guard dog (ha ha ha) so I've decided to expand my horizons and get new friends who won't badger me when I'm thoughtfully visiting the hippogriff living in my mother's bedroom.
Let's get to know each other, shall we? Let's see... I like motorbikes, flying and things that are funny. I do not like RATS. Or toast that isn't toasty. Or toast that is burnt. There's a certain art to toasting, you know. I don't trust the electric toasters, but Remus won't let me start a fire everytime I want toast, so there's a certain lack of it in my diet. The jellies in the cupboard are safe...for now.
So, you're called 'spacefragments'. A curious name! I'm Sirius, and I guess since we haven't met, you must be in a different part of the universe than I am. (HA HA) Sometimes I feel like everyone's in a different part of the universe than I am. It might be neat to be space fragments, because then you can be in several places at the same time and still know what the rest of you is doing - plus, you're in space and I always thought it'd be neat to go and fly around in space. Think of the Quidditch you could play in an arena like that!
Someone is banging on the door. You'd think they'd let me socialize in peace, but there's just no pleasing some people. I'm going to have to end this here, darling. Don't think badly of me. I also intend on telling them of our lucrative relationship over the separation of our fragmented spaces, just in case you are wondering. I hope that will come true, sometime.
Owl me! Got to go!
Sirius, your awesome new penpal