Quinn, I think you are hawt Closed

Quinn;

I do not know how to say this to you but I think you are super hawt. I rarely see above your ass but I am not complaining about the view. I have been thinking about this a real lot. Like so much I am going to explode if I don't just ask you and get it over with. I want to go to the dance with you. I have wanted to since before I even knew there was a dance coming. Like OMG I am just like super-duper shy and it has taken everything I have to gather the courage to send you this letter. 

I will be wearing a green iridescent dress. My hair will be blonde, I am part Veela believe it or not. I will be wearing a black cat mask. You might have a hard time finding me, but you are harder to miss. Please accept my confession and meet me at the Masquerade Ball.

XOXO

The most painful letter Erin will ever have to write her entire Hogwarts career. She was beckoning @Quinn Healy, part-giant, devourer of wizards to her side. Her intentions were hardly romantic. Had it been any other situation, if he was a pure-blood that is, she might have expressed an actual interest in him. She was concerned about Paracelsus' durability as well as his lacking presence as of late, both poor traits in the genetic donor of her future brood. Alas, Quinn had to be evil and probably lacked the pedigree to be worth her efforts anyways.

She secured the note to the leg of the grey owl and sent her off in search of Prefect Healy.