Regards, Mother ~ by Brandyllyn

21 November 1992

Severus,

I simply do not understand your vehemence. You hate cats. A lot. You'd harvest them all for potions ingredients given half a chance. In fact, I have specific memory of your attempts to train Sparkled as some sort of feline attack dog. So this begs the question, why would injury to that dreadful old mog make you feel in any way upset? What aren't you telling me Severus?

On a much more joyful note, your father and I have commenced our plans for Christmas. As it stands, we shall be arriving on the 23rd of December at four pm promptly. We shall be flooing into the Leaky Cauldron, but I fully expect that you will not allow you dear mother to wait for long in the festering cesspool of human filth. As for our stay: Your father and I shall of course be using the guest chambers adjoining your own - we are, of course, there for a visit. And if you take another 'urgent business trip' to Poland or any other place during our visit, I shall ~~never speak to you again~~ endeavour with the help of Minerva to make your life a true testament to the wrath of a woman scorned. Think on that before you engage in any stunts like the last time.

I suppose I should inquire as to what you desire for Christmas. I have already found the rarest and most lovely copy of Magisterium Malachi for the dear Headmaster and know he will simply adore it. Minerva will of course be getting the imported coffee from Guatemala. So, what it is you desire dear? Keep in mind, money is tight - what with your father's recent downturn and all.

Of course, you'd already know about that if you took the slightest bit of interest in his well-being.

Regards,
Mother

What on earth is going on up there? I just heard a student has been attacked as well! Severus, you must tell me everything. If I arrive at the Witches Weekly Wednesday without the latest on-dit from Hogwarts, the damage to my social standing shall be irreparable!

-M

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