Order Only - private message to Draco

Remember when we first met, Draco? It was at the St. Mungo's Gala when we were both eight. Well, I think I was eight, and you were still seven. It was the year they had the special children's party, with the bouncy quidditch pitch and twenty-four flavours of fizzy squash. And you demanded that the elf serving the squash allow you to try all twenty-four flavours in the same glass at once. Oh, what a sour face you made, when you tasted it!

And even though I was eight, I thought to myself "oh, he's got such a sour face! I would love to be able to see what it took to make that sour-faced boy smile!" And I've been trying ever since. Hasn't most everyone?

I wish you would talk to me. I'm part of the group now, and you still haven't said anything to me. Even if you want to say something sour, that would be better than nothing, you know.

I'm so very glad that you are alive.

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

Private Message to Barney Bole

I was just thinking about you, and how I invited you to watch the Geminid meteor showers with me on top the Astronomy tower, and how you nicked up some brandy for us to sip, right there, under the stars. The brandy was so sweet that I somehow thought you must be sweet, too.

Actually, I have no idea why I would be reminiscing about such things. You made me hate meteor showers. And brandy.

So, nevermind.

Oh - and piss off!