Daphne Greengrass (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alt_daphne) wrote2014-07-29 08:31 pm
alt_daphne) wrote2014-07-29 08:31 pm
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Private message to Auror Crouch
Dear Mr Crouch,
I was working on flower arrangements with my mother this morning - lillies and snapdragons, for a funeral - and while handling the various blossoms I was somehow brought back to that May in my third year, when you sent me a bouquet of red roses after I frantically wrote to you in my journal, fearing that my portrayal of you in the Hogwarts play had offended you to the bone.
I now know, of course, that such trifles would be more or less outside your concern.
Still, it was a thoughtful gesture; one I've yet to forget, in fact. I'm sure it's a memory you can hardly be bothered with, but do pardon a young lady for being sentimental - mostly for the foolish girl she once was.
Sincerely,
Daphne G. Greengrass
I was working on flower arrangements with my mother this morning - lillies and snapdragons, for a funeral - and while handling the various blossoms I was somehow brought back to that May in my third year, when you sent me a bouquet of red roses after I frantically wrote to you in my journal, fearing that my portrayal of you in the Hogwarts play had offended you to the bone.
I now know, of course, that such trifles would be more or less outside your concern.
Still, it was a thoughtful gesture; one I've yet to forget, in fact. I'm sure it's a memory you can hardly be bothered with, but do pardon a young lady for being sentimental - mostly for the foolish girl she once was.
Sincerely,
Daphne G. Greengrass