Jerk & Mouse PV Felix Kolbeck

To my beloved, Felix Kolbeck

That would be really cool. I've never had custom anything, but I always see these one-of-a-kind type outfits in magazines and wish I could have one. I saw a woman who had a gown that completely changed colors based on her mood - it was incredible. That might be bad for me, though. I tend to share my feelings a bit too much as it stands, even with my mood-less leather jacket on.

Plan A and B are pretty equal, that's journalism and ministry work. I think for C, I'd like to be a tutor or something. I know most magical kids get home schooled before they go to Hogwarts, at least here, so I think it would be cool to teach kids. I like tutoring the first-years and stuff so it can't be that much different. D is like that, it's being a professor, but that's hard so I don't think I'd qualify until I'm old. E is model. Realistically, model should be Z, because I'm not really model-looking, but with beauty potions anyone can be a model.

Being a muggle is pretty desperate, but I don't know if wizard dates are all that exciting either. Don't most dates just involve eating? Eating is usually the same for both sides of the coin, wizarding-wise. Does Durmstrang not offer muggle studies? I can show you my notes from class next time you're in Hogwarts and maybe you can learn something.

Do NOT say fuck in my house or my parents will disapprove of you completely. You can say whatever you want in Swedish, none of us speak it, so we won't know what you're on about. Other English cusses are borderline. Just say stuff in Swedish so you don't bother anyone.

The sweater is my attempt at getting you a gift. I really like it and I hoped you would to. You don't have to wear it if you don't want to. I don't care. Enjoy smelling it.

I mean, the bone breaking doesn't hurt as bad once you're used to it, and they give you pills to take that make the pain less bad. It's still really weird though. You just wait for it to heal on its own. If you break it really bad, they have to put pins and screws in your bones to make sure they heal in the right place, otherwise they can be messed up forever. It's awesome. Burns I don't know, I never got burns outside of Hogwarts.

They don't know about dittany or anything else magical at all. It's all like, chemicals and medicine and stuff, so I don't really know anything about it. Maybe one of the other muggle-borns has a doctor parent who can tell you about it (doctor is like a muggle healer).

Yeah, we have half-breeds. We don't have vampires though, we have dhampirs. Vampires are non-wizards, and dhampirs are like half-vampires, so they can still do magic because of the not-vampire half, I think. I understand your point of view about keeping your friends to change their mind, but I think it's just different for me. I can't be friends with someone who thinks less of me because of who my parents are, or because someone else is a vampire or a werewolf or something. They can't control that. It isn't fair.

I will give you amnesty for past kisses but you can't kiss anyone else and still expect to kiss me from now on. I promise I won't kiss anyone else either. I will say that you'll be more likely to get a kiss if you aren't a potty mouth. If you are wondering why you should care anymore, maybe look at that picture I sent! I am a model.

[The promise is signed with a purple lipstick kiss mark.]

I only showed your picture to a few people and they all agreed that you are an impressive catch. Also, are you any good at dicing up crocodile hearts?

Meh,
George

Meh (My?) George,

Sometimes I have a difficult time understanding moods. Maybe a colour changing jacket would be beneficial. I would see you coming and go 'oh he's pissed off today'. Or you could just tell me what's on your mind.

You don't need to go fishing for compliments. If you haven't noticed, I tend to be brutally honest. If you weren't model-like material, I would have told you. If you were to become a professor, what subject would you teach?

I get the feeling you've never been on a date before. Maybe if you had let me visit the library with you--Hey, don't make that face; I'm joking. I'll take you on a real date when I visit next. The dates I've been on in the past have mostly been balls, walks around the lake, and yes-- some eating experiences.

Vafan (basically 'what the fuck' in Swedish). You would really ask me to change my ways? I can fucking try but not even a slip up? How the hell heck do you talk to each other? If I suddenly stopped swearing my mother would think I was fucking possessed.

I don't know any other muggleborns. Like I said, there aren't any that attend my school. Maybe one of the half-bloods has a muggle parent. Doctors sound kind of fucked up. They just screw things into your bones? It still sounds sadistic to me, but I guess if that's all they have I can't really fault them... Shit, I've never been more thankful to be a wizard.

What I said before about muggleborns and half-breeds, we're not used to it. Just think of how strange the magic world was for you. It's kind of the same fucking thing for us. People are upset by things they don't understand. It's fucking dumb but it is how it is. Anyways, I guess I have privilege because I've never really had to worry about that shit, but I have hope that I can help my friends not be assholes.

You're asking me if I want to be exclusive, then? Because if you're asking me to not kiss anyone else, that means I'm your boyfriend. Sounds like relationship shit to me. I won't kiss anyone else if you admit that we're dating. I don't know how to dice a heart, hopefully you don't either, Merlin.

My mother finally got her wish. The Christmas party will be on the 23rd. If you showed up it would suck a lot less, since I mainly agreed to it so I could sneak off at a later date and visit you. It won't be at the castle in Sweden, but our vacation home in Brighton, so hopefully it should be less... Extravagant. We do have a pretty nice garden there. The fountain shouldn't be frozen. Maybe I'll kiss you there, seems like a good place for it I mean the library would have been fine too but.

[Inserted into the envelope was an invitation and information about a portkey date and location which I am leaving vague on purpose, as well as a set of new dress-robes. By the quality of the fabric it was perhaps obvious they had cost a pretty galleon.]

I'm sending some dress robes for you just in case. If you hate them just, I dunno, toss them out. I hope you understand just how much I've volunteered myself for so I can see you.

George's Beloved (you wrote that yourself),
Felix

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