Post by professor philip valter on Feb 18, 2011 2:53:07 GMT -5
philip c. valter
[/font]I COULD BE THE BOY YOU ADORE IF YOU JUST LET ME KNOW
[/center]WHY DO YOU BUILD ME UP, BUTTERCUP BABY, JUST TO LET ME DOWN AND MESS ME AROUND? AND THEN WORST OF ALL, YOU NEVER CALL, BABY, WHEN YOU SAY YOU WILL BUT I LOVE YOU STILL. I NEED YOU MORE THAN ANYONE DARLING, YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE FROM THE START. SO BUILD ME UP BUTTERCUP, DON'T BREAK MY HEART.
recent owls
[/font][/center]to filius flitwick
yes, i do agree that perhaps next term we should use feathers for the wingardium leviosa lesson. those live toads were not a good idea for first year students. and i will pass the message on to minerva for you, no worries, you won't be feeling her wrath today -- though it is strange she was needed in the first place. who knew such a mispronunciation could transfigure them to tadpoles
philip
to millicent bagnold
madam, i must thank you once more for use of your personal floo powder network for my travels this past weekend. my mother appreciates your help in this matter as much as i do. it is a pleasure to have done business with you.
philip valter
to vilma valter
my dearest mother, please refrain from sending me the pictures and biographies of eligible ladies in the area. i am in no rush to marry, although they are all lovely women, i must ask you to keep your loving, beautiful nose out of this part of my life. and no, mother, i am not interested in men. you can sleep soundly tonight -- though you must admit that promising you grandchildren before the next term is out is too steep of a request.
your single son, philip
to albus dumberdore
location is as per usual. time set for a quarter after eleven. of course cake and tea will be provided.
valter
family photos
philip and childhood friend discussing politics over tea.
philip working for a time at a muggle newspaper office, covering up the mysterious deaths occurring all over britain -- his way with words reassures muggles everywhere.
philip and his younger sister just months before she passed away.
who is philip clemenceau valter?
a man of many beautiful words. a gentlemen with a heart aching for honest love. a professor of astronomy with a passion for muggle writing and literature. a brother in mourning. an activist through challenging times. a well dressed practitioner of courting. a loyal follower. a leader if only in the classroom. a stickler for being on time. a good friend of the ministress of magic. a strapping six foot three. a countryman born of a housewife in scotland. a proper suit and tie for all occasions. a total of thirty-two summers living. a closet poet. a dog lover. a silent acknowledgment of tenaciousness. an opinionated orator. a mums the word confidant. an optimist. a sometimes skeptical optimist. a ten and a half inches wand of willow wood. a repairman of muggle type writers. a singer that can't carry a tune. a two lumps no cream kinda guy. a fan of argyle socks. a registered porcupine animagus. a turned down a ministry job to teach. a son but not a father. an uncanny resemblance to his great grandfather. a carefully thought out list of adjectives. a friendly face. a firm believer of afterlife, destined to be a hogwarts ghost. a neatly kept desk. an overly stuffed bookshelf. a full pot of tea. a former hufflepuff, who never once got high...in school. an understanding detention overseer. an honestly horrid herbologist. a never-ending dictionary. a man, with his morals.
