I'm sure you misplaced my Hogwart's acceptance letter sometime on my eleventh birthday. I understand that these things happen, and, with your retro filing system, it's easy for an awesometastic witch like me to slip through the cracks. It's only to be expected.
BUT IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAMN YEARS.
And you know what? You can go shove your phallic symbols and rampant wand innuendos up your uptight arse. (I even went through the trouble of translating that into proper British for you- here I kid).
I'm at Reed. I lived in the Griffin Dorm (Gryffindor? NO! But it was awesome anyways. We got to paint our own damn great hall ceiling murals all over the walls. Well. Windows really.)
There's (doyle)owls and gargoyles and hidden doctor who jokes all around!
And pshts! Who wants chocolate frogs....when there's chocolate owls! (Thank you Shannon.)
I hope the stick waving does it for you.
'Cause there's a perfectly Dark Lordless glitter-fest over here. That is. If you want to see some real magic sometimes.
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