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Procrastination was something Candi was impeccable at. Her OWL study materials were all spread out across her bed as she lay flat on her stomach, encompassing her in a wall of notes and textbooks adorned with entirely unnecessary doodles in the margins, on the covers, and along the text blocks. She had a few mock exams Niko had prepared for her to take on each of the subjects he tutored her in, a little side project in Transfiguration from Fraser, Defense Against the Dark Arts revision from Keenan, and a Potions essay she was meant to have a first draft done of for Orion to look over but presently only had the date and title splayed across the otherwise blank piece of parchment. In fact, the actual parchment in front of her now had absolutely nothing to do with academia at all...unless you counted reading a letter from another student as such. She was in the moment, it counted as learning if you were learning about another person! Reading the letter over once more, the Hufflepuff was pleased by the tonal shift compared to the first one. Because, if she was being frank, Candei did have standards (something her Shaggy Puffskein hoped she had) and a continued tone of that variety was below them and this would have resulted in a very short quill and parchment relationship. Though she was not sure she believed the bad batch of escargot excuse, she was nonetheless pleased to feel the writing in better spirits than before. Hopefully her dear Shaggy Puffskein would not mind the adornments to the parchment she had designed using her colored inks - medieval manuscript was a real mood. Once she had had enough of her design aesthetic - some of these would make for some REALLY cute tattoos - she sorted that she ought to finally get to writing her response. Quote:
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Margot had read Goofy Phoenix's letter at the end of her sixth year, but then end of year exams happened and then summer and as a result, the letter had remained largely forgotten throughout the summer, buried in the bottom of her unpacked trunk. Why she hadn't bothered to inform her parents of her new penpal was a different story, but it seemed hardly relevant to the matter. It was a month into her seventh year at Beauxbatons when the letter resurfaced itself as she was rummaging through her trunk for a particular outfit. Rereading it once more, the Papillonlisse seventh year set it down beside her as she withdrew a clean piece of parchment and purple ink to begin writing a belated reply. Quote:
Unsure if she was disclosing not enough information, Margot decided to just leave it at that, folding the letter and sealing it with blue wax before sending it off. |
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