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Originally Posted by
Presley Black 
Presley rolled her eyes. Matching was so...juvenile. Whatever. Not the thing to worry about here. "You know, nannies aren't really all they're cracked up to be," spoke the voice of experience. They didn't even do everything you wanted them to. If it wasn't in her job description, she didn't do it. Brutal.
"Maxwell Lupin?" Presley exclaimed. "I met his step-sister the other day." Presley lowered her voice as if telling a grave secret. "She's a little touched. And I feel bad, because I was a little mean to her at first, before I figured it out, you know?" Presley instantly returned to the more important subject. Maxwell. The words swam around in her head Nice, Pureblood, Father, picnic, Orchard, meet him.... Those were all great things, but not the point. "Is he attractive?" Presley asked. Great if he was nice and all, but if he was ugly, what was the point?
Furmgoat had searches everywhere in the grounds for the girl, but she was nowhere to be found. So that meant, a journey into the Hogwarts castle, which he actually liked. He liked the cozy warm feeling and the hustle-bustle of activity of the students inside.
With another flap of his wonky wings, Furmgoat made it to the top of the towers, where the dormitories were tehre. And found the girl at the study tables. Ooh! A studious student, she was then!
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Hoo!!" Flew in Furmgoat, disturbing the silence by loudly hooting and flapping wings. He dropped the letter into the girl's lap:
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To: Presley Black
From: Manolo James Black
Dear Presley,
You were acting rather odd at lunch the other day. Is something wrong? Did something happen to Leo or Uncle?
The money my father left for us disappeared...but, there's nothing to worry about. My grandparents in Spain sent an equal amount to replace it. We just put it away for safe keeping. Write back as soon as possible.
Love,
Manolo
His work done, Furmgoat flew right back up and outside, without even waiting for a treat. That was a bit odd...