E-mail, Friday the 24th, lunchish-time

[soldtoarmenians]

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Ms. Ahahahaha



Dear Willow:

Skeeter. Plz to be spilling now, all diabolical laughter aside. She's one of our radio announcers, and she seems to have really screwed over my roomie by telling the whole school something that she knew was supposed to be a secret. So if there's anything you've got on her? Embarrassing pictures? Global domination? Shoplifting Milk Duds? For serious, let me know. I've got art class in a bit, and I leave the computer home because that gets kinda messy, but I'll come back and grab it after, so shoot me an answer as soon as you can - I should get it wherever I end up.

love,
Xander

P.S. You will be pleased to hear I am not going to Hell. For the moment. No, don't ask. Just be pleased.
P.P.S. Do you ever get the feeling people are totally gossipping about you and you just don't know where? Like that burny ears thing?