Thank
you so much for your kind letter of the 17th. It is always a pleasure
to hear from you. I do appreciate your waiving the rules about
familiars to allow Wednesday to bring little Homer – she dotes on
that spider, and I don’t think she could consider Hogwarts home
without his company.
We
were delighted but completely unsurprised by the children’s Sorting.
Of course Wednesday is a Ravenclaw – she has always had a brilliant
mind, and it is rather traditional for the women in our
family. Slytherin might have been a possibility, with her cleverness
and ambition, but sadly (and quietly, between friends) I must admit
the wrong sort have rather taken over that House at the moment. Death
Eaters are so vulgar. Gomez, naturally, is over the moon about
our little Harry being a fellow Gryffindor – the world does need more
dashing, brave, and reckless men. They make life so interesting for
the rest of us, don’t you agree? And I am certain he will be safe
under your care, after his rather difficult start in life, poor
child. That aunt and uncle of his are just too terribly common to
protect him adequately – I am grateful Albus saw sense and left him
with us rather than her.
I
appreciate your bringing to my attention the small difficulty between
Harry and Draco – I shall have a word with Narcissa. (Lucius is still
being terribly silly about that little peacock incident, and refuses
to speak to Gomez at all. Men can be so ridiculously proud. And they
really did look so much better in black.) Really, though, Harry was
only defending his friend. I probably should warn you that Wednesday
writes that she is teaching young Longbottom a few of her more subtle
defenses – I sincerely doubt Draco will trouble him in future if he
uses those. I assure you, none of them cause permanent damage, only
temporary discomfort, and she is well aware that they are only for
self-defense, not mere childish aggression. Addamses do not start
fights, but we do finish them, and Wednesday has always looked out
for her brothers.
At
least that little incident allowed you to see Harry’s flying skills
in time to recruit him for the Quidditch team. I think he shall be an
excellent Seeker – he was always the best at bat-spotting on summer
evenings, and then there was the time he “borrowed” Gomez’s
broom to rescue Pugsley’s pet octopus Aristotle, who had developed an
unaccountable taste for tree-climbing, but had neglected to learn how
to climb down. It was a successful rescue, even though he was mildly hampered on his descent by Aristotle clinging to his face in terror.
Please
send my apologies to Severus for that unfortunate incident in Potions
class. I should have warned him that Wednesday was experimenting
with, shall we say, some variant recipes. I am quite certain,
however, that Miss Parkinson’s hair will grow back normally, and that
the snakes are only a temporary embellishment.
My
best regards, and do drop by for tea if you ever happen to be in the
neighborhood. Thing has perfected your favorite shortbread recipe – I
do believe he has a little crush on you. Or perhaps it is merely that
you are the only visitor we have had, outside of family, who is
sensible enough to shake hands with him without flinching.
If you were a Claire’s fan back in the day, get ready, because the store’s latest product is going to make you feel all the feels. Let’s just say that junior-high you is about to be super freaking jealous, because Claire’s is debuting a bejeweled trunk that preteen girls can hide in for the entirety of middle school!
Hell yes! This is the perfect accessory for girls who need a few years before they’ll feel comfortable being outside.
According to the company’s website, the awesome new Claire’s trunk comes with customizable rhinestones in a variety of themes ranging from gymnastics to One Direction, as well as reinforced opaque walls that girls between 4- and 5-feet-5-inches tall can hide inside when the world of trying to put on eyeliner and looking weird in training bras becomes too much. Thanks to a sparkly ventilated roof and a slot that parents can slip peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Capri Suns into, girls can live out sixth through eighth grade in the safety of the super-cute trunk, without them ever having to leave its confines and figure out whether they look okay enough in a two-piece bathing suit to show up to Rebecca’s pool party.
Reblog to make QPOC feel more welcome in their own community
reblog to normalize explicit support and solidarity for qpoc in the lgbt community
I really like the idea of including lgbtqia+ poc in the flag, but I do have a small gripe with the flag.
Now, I’m no authority on this matter so feel free to put me in check if you feel like I’m speaking out of turn, but the black and brown bars always felt tacked on to me. It doesn’t feel inclusive to me so much as it feels like an afterthought, like: “lgbtq+… oh and also poc.” I felt like something more along these lines (see below) could celebrate the poc throughout the community– but again, that’s not really my decision to make. Either way, I support the change, and I think the inclusion is awesome.
Joan you wonderful genius
i’m on board with this one cause it actually looks good
Michiru did not generally drive. She was certainly capable of such, which she was quick to remind anyone who seemed to think her reticence was born out a lack of ability, but between her family’s driver and Haruka, there rarely seemed to be an occasion where it proved necessary.
But on this day, seemed tailor-made for her suffering, she was driving a small station wagon (She shuddered at the mere thought) back toward Tokyo, fresh from a long day of training. Rei sat next to her in front, chatting about the work they’d done, and what still needed doing, as three blondes slept in the back, Haruka’s head tilted her back, her mouth open wide, Mina drooling gracelessly on Haruka’s shoulder, and Usagi’s forehead buried into Mina.
It was almost a success, and almost safe, when a bump in the road woke Usagi from her mythical princess’ slumber.
She pressed her nose to the window, looking on ahead. “McDonald’s!! Michiru!!” She shoved her head forward between Rei and Michiru, knocking Rei’s arm off the rest and waking Minako. “Can we stop?? Let’s get cheeseburgers! Oh and some chicken nuggets!”
“Oh man, I could totally go for McDonald’s. Michiru,” Mina tapped her on the shoulder, ignoring the immediate look of disgust, “C’mon, let’s get dinner.”
“No, I believe I would rather not.” Michiru barely noted the request, longing for the light to turn.
Usagi made her eyes wide as dinnerplates. “PLEEEEASSSEEEEE MICHIRUUUUUU”
Mina elbowed Haruka. “Hey, homo, wake up and seduce your wife into stopping at McDonald’s.”
Haruka mumbled and blinked her eyes awake. “What?”
“Do you want to go to McDonald’s?”
Her eyes popped fully open. “Yes! God I want chicken nuggets right now. Like a 20 piece.”
Mina nodded. “Okay, talk to Squidward and Sons up here.”
“Babe, let’s stop at McDonald’s!” Haruka’s voice joined in Usagi’s plea.
“You scarcely need it, my love.”
Usagi but her arms around the seat in front of her, hugging Rei as close as she could. “Rei!!!! Let’s stop! It’ll be so good!!!”
Rei did not look back at her, just crossed her arms. “Usagi, we have plenty of food at home.”
“But it’s not thiiiiiss food!”
Haruka had not given up, Michiru’s will be damned. “Babe, then you won’t have to cook,” at this Michiru gave a dark laugh, “and I’ll just be fed and everything will be super easy, and we had a long day, and–”
“Haruka.”
“Anyway, I had a salad last week, I’m eating super healthy and–”
“Kaioh, quit being a killjoy.” Mina interrupted.
“Reeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Usagi bounced up and down, “McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s”
“Besides, protein is really important after a workout–”
“As your commander, I demand you stop–”
“McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s–”
“And potatoes are really a good source of vitamin C or potassium or something–”
“OBEY ME, SAILOR NEPTUNE–”
“McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s–”
Michiru wordlessly turned into the McDonald’s drive thru line, and a collective cheer went up from the backseat, as the three discussed what they were going to order, each meal more
horrifying than the last. Haruka helpfully leaned forward and explained to Michiru just how many double cheeseburgers she wanted, when a request for the order came from the small speaker.
“Two small black coffees, that will be all, thank you.” She rolled up the window and went to the checkstand, quickly removing the money from her purse.
Michiru handed one of the coffees to Rei. “Here you are, Rei,” she set the other next to her, “and one for me.” She slipped the cash into the young girl’s hand, and did not wait for her change or receipt, driving away toward the center of the city.
A loud wail erupted from the backseat, but Michiru merely shrugged, as if she had no control over the situation at all.
