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Jun. 25th, 2005 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorDear Charlie,
I'm fine -- well, getting there at any rate, still a bit sore -- and I know you'd have been there, if you'd heard. Bill and I both know that. It meant you were safe, and not putting yourself in danger, which was a bloody relief, let me tell you.
But yeah, nothing broken that couldn't be healed. Few cuts from hexes here and there, and Bill and I took a fall, but the angel healed me right up and the baby's none the worse for wear.
And speaking of... thank you, so much, for the congratulations and the lovely gifts. D'you know, that's the first thing I've gotten for the baby? We've been a bit busy, obviously, since I found out, and that's a very nice reminder of good things to come. (And it had to be Puddlemere, didn't it? Corrupting even my unborn child, Charlie, honestly.) Sunny's in something of a funk, these days, but I suspect the dragon will cheer her up enormously. She has a pet snake and likes scaly-things. I'm sure 'Skandra -- she's doing well, I hope? skritch her for me -- and she would get along like a house on fire.
I miss you too, Charlie, a whole bloody lot. Please come and see me soon. No, Bernard won't mind -- I suspect he rather likes you, in fact -- and I'd want to see you even if he did mind. I'll buy you a pint and we can argue Quidditch. It'll be grand.
Hope to see you soon. My best to everyone at the reserve.
Dora
P.S. I'll tell Bill hello, but write him! Or come see him, either way. He misses you, too.
P.P.S. Turd did his job very well, so here's hoping the dragons spare his pinfeathers a singeing.
I'm fine -- well, getting there at any rate, still a bit sore -- and I know you'd have been there, if you'd heard. Bill and I both know that. It meant you were safe, and not putting yourself in danger, which was a bloody relief, let me tell you.
But yeah, nothing broken that couldn't be healed. Few cuts from hexes here and there, and Bill and I took a fall, but the angel healed me right up and the baby's none the worse for wear.
And speaking of... thank you, so much, for the congratulations and the lovely gifts. D'you know, that's the first thing I've gotten for the baby? We've been a bit busy, obviously, since I found out, and that's a very nice reminder of good things to come. (And it had to be Puddlemere, didn't it? Corrupting even my unborn child, Charlie, honestly.) Sunny's in something of a funk, these days, but I suspect the dragon will cheer her up enormously. She has a pet snake and likes scaly-things. I'm sure 'Skandra -- she's doing well, I hope? skritch her for me -- and she would get along like a house on fire.
I miss you too, Charlie, a whole bloody lot. Please come and see me soon. No, Bernard won't mind -- I suspect he rather likes you, in fact -- and I'd want to see you even if he did mind. I'll buy you a pint and we can argue Quidditch. It'll be grand.
Hope to see you soon. My best to everyone at the reserve.
Dora
P.S. I'll tell Bill hello, but write him! Or come see him, either way. He misses you, too.
P.P.S. Turd did his job very well, so here's hoping the dragons spare his pinfeathers a singeing.
