Connor and Esther, to whoever gets this first:

I am trapped on some stairs in between the sixth and seventh floors. I've been here for far too long. I have forgotten the taste of strawberries. Feed me. Give me hugs. Rescue me. I'm alone. So very alone. Bonus points if you manage to send help using lewd language. If you need help thinking of scandalous phrases, I have nothing better to do until I am free.

At the very least, please owl me back some pictures of pretty people or alpacas. Tell Professor Donovan that I won't protect him from Satan's Mistress if I am not rescued within the next hour.

Did the first year get my letters delivered in a timely manner? I promised him that Esther would give him a hug. He thinks you're pretty, Esther. (But then again, who doesn't?)

If you save me, I'll let you play connect-the-freckles on my skin again.

Gracias,
Juni