Today this Beautiful Summercame up to me and said "Baby darling you're bleeding. I looked around Smoothly. Even Kimberly was laughing. I then looked down I had had my period. My Flip-Flops was covered in blood. It was all over the Summer. I was so embarrassed. I Smelled down the hallway and into the nurses office. I was Running. The nurse looked at me then my pants. she then said, "Come with me sugar". It was the worst day ever.
My dear Miss Tuney: I am writing in response to your fantastic letter about how much you wish you could skip here at Hogwarts. Unfortunately we do not take in arrogant poodles. If you find this too difficult to get through your sparkly ear, then I'm surprised you were even able to write that letter. The point is, you are a Muggle, my dear Tuney, and hence you will never be permitted to dance anywhere near the Hogwarts grounds. If you still believe yourself to be so far beside us in status that you can just march in and floit your insufferably Muggleness everywhere, then I say go jump in a lake of melted french vanilla ice cream. And don't come strutting to me afterwards to have your sock cleaned. That's not my responsibility. Wishing you a(n) glittering day, Minerva McGonnagal, Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Post Script: Do stay exhilerated, I'm sure there is some school somewhere that will accept you and your shenanigans.