Angi,

Not much time to write a note now. Not sure why everyone's so enamored with me, actually. M'just a simple Quidditch player. M'hoping to make it off the Puddlemere United Reserve Team, soon. Wouldn't it be awesome if I got onto the actual team?

You should come root us on!

Woops! Me captain is calling for me. Seems our keeper got knocked in the head with a bludger. Poor chap's in the Hospital Wing.

Until Next Time,

Oliver.

((Jon, I flipping LOVE you, do you know that?!! XD))

Oliver,

OMG MARRY ME?!!! I would love to come cheer you on sometime! Puddlemere happens to be my favorite professional Quidditch team. Just give me a few paychecks to save up on and I'll be over in England in no time.

Sorry about your teammate, but perhaps your chance to play will come sooner than you thought!

Yes dear God please write me again! Cheering you on,

Angi

Chrys,

It certainly is a very happily ever after so far, even if it isn't all how I expected it to be.  Daystar has taken well to life in the castle - he and Shiara are getting on wonderfully.  Kazul swears that the girl hums when she's back at the caves.  She - Kazul - is convinced I've set some grand plan in motion to rob her of yet another Chief Cook and Librarian.

Morwen and Telemain are back from their honeymoon, and thank goodness.  Morwen's cats - all of them - took up residence in the castle while they were away.  It was a very... fuzzy mess.

As for Mendanbar and me, well...  We've got our hands full with getting the forest back on it's feet.  [Not that the forest has actual feet.  That I'm aware of.  But I'll ask Mendanbar.]  I mean, sixteen years is a long time to go with no one really in charge!

Plus, well...  Sixteen years is an even longer time to go without seeing your husband.  Thankfully he doesn't seem to mind the extra attention.

You really should come and visit sometime.

Cimorene
Queen of the Enchanted Forest

PS - I don't normally sign letters with my title, but Willin wouldn't let me send it out unless I did.  Hmph!

Chrys,

How did you get this book?  I don't know why you'd want it - much less use it to write to me and Char - all that's in here is the correspondance between us and the children...

Well, that's water under the bridge and all that.  Point is, you've got the book and you wrote us.  So here I am.

We're visiting Ayortha now.  The pretense, of course, is that it's a State Visit.  The real reason, as I'm sure you can guess, is that we're here because I wanted to see Arieda!  In case you haven't heard the rumors, she recently got engaged...  I had to make sure this man she's found was good enough.  He's nice, certainly.  Very amusing.  Now if only I could remember his name...

There's a Sing tonight, so I really should be off to get ready for that.

Ella

[I am officially calling them "letter squares" from now on.  Hee!]

[I could totally see that becoming a trend... lol]

[*pokes* Hey! You're supposed to write me one too!]

My Darling Chrysalus,

M'afraid the rum's gotten to m'head, so fohgive me lassie. I was just 'bout to swagger by this here port, but thought mayhap I should leave you a note.

M'crew will be a' anchor till mornin' so if ye be partial to a jig and a drink, by all means climb aboard the Pearl. We scalliwags 'ill show ye a good time.

Jack

From Ron:

((Sent to you by a small, hyper-active owl))

Dear Angi,

Sorry for being such a git and not writing to you sooner! Hermione's been getting on to Harry an' I for putting off our studies and all. Just wanted to write and see how you're doing, tha's all! Now, got to go before Hermione starts nagging again. It's been bloody brilliant writing to you! You better write back!

-Ron


((I so suck >< BUT! I tried *wails*))

Re: From Ron:

((*pats on head* But you tried! And you're honest that you know it wasn't good. XD Brownies for Cely! *hands them over*))

Ron,

ZOMG MARRY ME TOO?!!! Studies, eh? That code for "Horcrux hunting?" How's that been going anyway? Please don't die! Between you and me, you're my favorite out of the Trio and I'd hate to have to cry about you for a week. Pass on this message to your brother Fred too, will you?

And don't let Hermione get to you about the studying. She really does care about you, y'know.

~Angi

Dear Angi,

Why do you think I would write to you?! You're a weak, pathetic woman! The only reason I'm doing this is because Maxwell put me up to it! Write back, if you want, but it would be like a woman to do so.

-Wufei


((XD I couldn't RESIST!))

Wushu,

Have you ever heard the story of Eowyn of Rohan? There was this big evil thing that Legend had it "no man" could ever destroy. On the battlefield, the evil creature attacked and slayed her uncle, King Theoden. Eowyn fought the evil creature, and when he taunted her with the Legend, saying "No man can ever defeat me!" she removed her helmet and replied to him, "I am no man," before running him through with her sword.

What do you think of that woman, Wu-man?

~Angi

PS: Say "hi" to Duo and the guys for me! Tell me they can write anytime they like. :D

From Gred and Forge.

Dear Angi,
Buisness is booming, of course. We celebrated the beginning of another spectacular year by sending a few...unforgetable presents to our relatives.
Nothing deadly, of course.
Though we were tempted to send our local work addict a couple of boxes of exploding candy.
We decided against it, though. Best to avoid law suits where possible.
Anyway, we thought we'd entertain you by telling you what we've sent them, starting with Ron.
Not going to happen, Fred. She'd tell on us in an instant. She's in love with dear old Won-won, she wouldn't want him harmed.
Oh yeah. I imagine Hermione isn't too pleased about the competition, eh? Probably send a howler over to Angi warning her to Fuck off.
Oh please, Ron's too blind to see anyone but Hermione. Theres is no competition.
Don't forget than Angi's reading this...
Oh, right, Sorry. Moving on.
We sent Ginny one of our latest inventions: Hair toffee.
We got the idea off this muggle movie we watched.
Charlie and the Chocolate factory to be precise.
Except we modified it to fit the adverage jokers needs. Simply slip a Toffee to one of your friends
And in a few short minutes, they'll be covered in hair! Head to toe, and in the places we'd rather not mention to the PG audience.
Of course, like all our brilliant confectionary-
Except for the Tonne Tongue Toffee's-
This one has a counter. Tug their hair to the rhythm of God rest ye Merry Hippogriffs and the hair falls right off!
Horrible mess to clean up, of course.
But who's going to complain? They'll be too busy laughing their heads off.
We figured Ginny could use it on any guys she didn't want coming near her.
And believe me, she'll be needing boxes of them.
Next on the list: Dear old Dad.
We all know he's facinated with everything to do with Muggles.
So we sent him a pack of ordinary Muggle Playing cards.
Not too interesting? Well..
They're enchanted, of course!
Built to cheat.
Mutter the card you want in your hand, and voila! There it is!
Not too interesting, you say?
Let us finish!
They're edible!
Brilliant range of flavors. Liver, Tripe, Spinach-
Bogie, Burnt pudding, and, in tribute to Dumbledore, Vomit and Earwax.
At this point in time, it is wise for us to advise you that, once again, we couldn't send anything too dangerous.
Though those edible cards could land you in bed for a couple of days.
This next one took a while to think of.
We love our mum.
Always have.
Always will.
We spent our Hogwart's days being good, innocent little boys, just to keep her happy.
Did the dishes when we were at home.
Did our homework.
Avoided conflict.
Of course, by now you know we're lieing.
Unfortunatley, it isn't as easy to detect that sort of thing for Mum.
We figured we'd given her enough trouble over the years, so why not give her a break?
After all, we still visit her at home, and no doubt some soon-to-come Weasley tykes will inherit their Uncles mischevous ways.
So, to give her a head start,
We sent her a lie detector!
Usefull little buggers.
Most wizards don't believe in them. They think Veritaserum is quicker and more reliable.
But who wants to waste money on countless bottles of Veritaserum?!
No one!
It's got a few spells, of course, just to make sure it keeps up it's reliabilty.
We enchanted the batteries, too, just to make sure it doesn't run out.
Deadlocked them too, just to make sure Dad didn't get his hands on them.
Fred? We're running out of time.

Re: From Gred and Forge.

Right. Next on the Agenda is our oldest brother, Bill.
And the charming Phlegm....not that she'd use what we sent him.
As we've all come to accept the fact that we have the snotrag permanently attatched to the family, most of us have figured that, anytime now, we'll be expecting a little bundle of....joy....
Not for Bill, though. Babies are nasty little things. And since Phlegm is a controlling little princess, we figured Bill would do nothing except work, eat and sleep when the kids born.
But how's he supposed to sleep with the kid crying all the time?
A Hush Puppy, of course!
Whats that, you ask, a Hush Puppy?
An adorable little dog that you throw at someone
or perhaps even yourself.
and it engulfs the person in a big blob. Completely sound proof.
Continuous flow of Oxygen.
Lee put us onto it. Said he read it on some muggle website.
Anyway, we figured it would come in useful for nights that would normally be sleepless.
As well as those days when the wife just wont shutup.
Last on the list of people and items we will be telling you about is Charlie.
We considered sending him a broom.
Seeing if he could match Harry's skills with a dragon.
But Hermione caught us discussing it on the way down to breakfast one morning.
And she went on to give us this huge lecture about how Harry could have died, and that we wouldn't want to send our own brother to his grave.
Of course, we didn't listen.
And we sent him the broom anyway!
Self invented, of course!
Perfect handling, not a twig out of place. Like all our inventions, the broom has a few tricks up it's sleeve.
Or rather, it's twigs.
Self-shooting snitches!
Buggering Bludgers!
It's like a quidditch game all by yourself!
Just pull the minute balls from the minute box on the end of the handle, perform an englargment charm
And there you go!
He hasn't written back to us yet. We don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
Anyway, we must go. I'm expecting Angelina over any minute.
Don't do anything we wouldn't do!
That means don't go blabbing to anyone about what we got them!
We'll know if you did.
--Gred and Forge, Masters of Mischief


(( Incase you couldn't tell, Bold is George, Normal is Fred :D ))