HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRDS!!!!!!

This, this is the little thing I "wrote" that a friend *coughs lumosed_quill coughs* corrected and now is much better (it is). I hope you don't mind that I borrowed some of your own words.

Here we go. Oh, I'm kind of nervous now. :D

Okay!

*clears throat*

Dear birdsofshore,

Be Prepared, because I'm feeling This Monstrous Need to tell you a few things.

You see, when I read that first story by you, I discovered Unknown Pleasures. I couldn't stop there; I felt This Unstoppable Thirst for more, and the more I read it was as if Riches Ready to Drop Upon Me were already falling.

Loving Harry Potter and discovering What Potter Wants through your eyes was like someone Turning the Tables on me. Nothing was ever the same.

From then on I was like a hound on a fox, following A Princely Scent, even ignoring The Joys of Nature (and on more than one occasion telling the bf "I Shall Not Speak" until I finish this story), for one more taste of your Honey.

I've been Living Deep in these stories you create, sometimes Checking Out the Opposition, granted, but always coming back for more.

You take me to new heights, as if in a Hairway to Heaven, waiting for A Divine Intemperance that I know is coming. You make me forget the world around me. I could be In the Company of a Rubber Duck, or in the middle of Eight Birthdays. I could even think There are Death Eaters Under the Bed! But I'd simply Surrender, in its Place and happily die Hungry as long as I'd never have to leave your writing.

Sometimes At Dawn when it's all silence around me, just like After Hours at the Ministry of Magic, I close my eyes and Remember, Remember that first story that brought you to my life, and I am happy as a child that belongs in Luna Lovegood's Noisy Nifflers Nursery School. But reading again The Twelve Days of Draco – more than a ritual, a Capriccio – is once again falling in love with your words.

Your stories are Rarely Pure and Never Simple, and I hope you never change, because if there is a Recipe for a Contented Reader, you my friend, are cooking with it.

You'll have to forgive me, dearest, because even The Best Laid Plans of Hufflepuffs, when left Unguarded, are just too silly. But know this came from my heart, with the sweetest inspiration a person can have.

All my love,

capitu



You are. Seriously. Pretty Fucking Awesome. Have the best birthday, Birds. ♥