Crossing the T's by thirty2flavors

Charlus,

Thank you. It is very nice of you to consider my Head Girl assigning as a good choice, as I am apparently not as annoying as my companions, like you say. Perhaps they wouldn't seem to be a bunch of obnoxious prefects if you gave them a chance to, oh, I don't know, get to know them or at least talk to them. But of course, how could I forget, Quidditch players – even less Quidditch captains – don't frequent with prefects, do they? In my opinion, which obviously differs to yours, I think selecting Barty Crouch as a Head Boy is definitely a righteous one. I am very pleased and looking forward with him.

I can promise you I am doing my best not to send you off to the moon, Charlus, for there is something in you that I don't quite understand. However, I am trying and will continue trying my best to get along with you, but do believe me when I tell you that when these six months are over, you and I are done with. No hard feelings. We are just two very different people, that's all. Thanks for offering to change your Quidditch practice schedule, though, I appreciate it. Is Tuesday evening all right with you? The Library, perhaps?

About the letter, you are quite right, it isn't any of your buisness. I do find it amusing that you saw my reaction to the letter, though, from the other end of the Great Hall. What were you doing staring at the Ravenclaw table? I always had the impression you were too hungry in the mornings to tear your gaze from your plate. How strange.

Cordially,

Dorea Black