Bastian,

I am trapped.

I am stuck.

I have been left to die.

I have sent a series of letters and I am hoping someone will rescue me. I am trapped on a staircase in between the sixth and seventh floors. I already bribed the first year who delivered this letter with payment. The payment was Esther giving him a hug. Please make sure that happens.

I have gone for ages without nourishment or anything to cuddle. I have forgotten what it feels like to cuddle my fluffy alpacas. I have forgotten how it feels to be glared at by Professor Donovan after bastardizing the English language in a way that affronts his delicate ears. He hates the word, 'nip nops' in any way, shape or form. He would probably especially hate it if you said 'nip nops' while looking him in the eye.  I have something to test out once I am free.

My hand hurts from writing so much.  Please send a rescue team. I am so very alone, even with my freckles.

My freckles miss the freedom they once had.

I will give you a list of people who have great arses if you save me. I'll even sign it. Also you will have even more of my undying love. Here are some haikus.

Perfect alpacas
Fuzzy faces fluffy wool
Will we meet again?

Beautiful Bastian
Your perfect eyes touch my soul
Please rescue me now

My freckles miss you
as I perish on the stairs
what a crock of bull


Love,
Juni