Post by Scarlett Dunne on Jan 1, 2008 9:40:24 GMT -5
It was safe to say Scarlett was not in the best of moods that morning. You could probably say it was because of her feelings. After receiving a letter from her brother – who she hadn’t spoken to in five years – she had become rather mixed up. At the reminder of the letter –despite it not being that far from her mind, she looked down at the paper in her hands, which had left her feeling so confused.
Scarlett,
I know that me writing to you will be a bit of a shock, but I hope that this letter reaches you safely, and you don’t rip it up in anger. Please, Scarlett, give me a chance. It’s been five years since you left, and still mum and dad are furious with you. I think that you are extremely brave to stand up to the whole family like that. Mum and Dad say that they are not going to send Summer to Beauxbatons. They are actually set on the idea of sending her to Hogwarts – even though it’s so long away. They say they are going to apperate to Kings Cross. That’s how whacked up they are. But anyway, how are you? Please respond to this letter, because I need to know that you’re safe. You’re my sister – nothing can change that.
Love,
Rhyidian.
She had felt angry with her brother for not writing for ages if he truly did feel that way, but that emotion quickly faded away to be replaced with guilt and sadness among other things like happiness that her brother had actually written and the letter had reached her safely.
She held the letter in her hand, and sighed. She did miss her brother, and the last time she’d seen her sister, Summer, was when Summer was three (she was now eight, but Scarlett had the suspicion that all the birthday and christmas cards never reached her siblings), and so she missed her too. She sat down under the familiar willow tree, the branches tickling her feet as she placed the letter down beside her. There was no wind today, so it was safe on the ground.
She slung her bag beside the letter too, fiddling around and removing a parchment and a pen from there, then started to write:
Rhyidian,
Thank you for writing – I guess. I would also like to say thank you for updating me on the situation going on at home. I’m just glad that I don’t have to live in the same house anymore – it was horrible Rhyidian, and I’m never ever going back. Nothing can change my mind. You can’t understand how I feel, because you didn’t stand up to them. You didn’t tell them what you thought. You didn’t speak up. I did all those things, and let me tell you – I paid for it.
It’s been a strange five years, but I can’t deny that I’ve been happy. Joanne and Lewis are amazing! They took me into their home without asking any questions, and they are like the parents I’ve wished for all my life. They made me go to wizard counselling (Joanne’s a witch, like me) – and that’s helped a lot. I’d love to say more, but I have to tell you way much more but it’s hard to fit five years into a letter.
Love,
Scarlett.
The sixteen year old shoved everything (including the original) letter from her brother) into the bag and leant against the tree trunk, watching her surrounds with one hazel eye, wishing, for one of the first times in her life, that she had company.
Scarlett,
I know that me writing to you will be a bit of a shock, but I hope that this letter reaches you safely, and you don’t rip it up in anger. Please, Scarlett, give me a chance. It’s been five years since you left, and still mum and dad are furious with you. I think that you are extremely brave to stand up to the whole family like that. Mum and Dad say that they are not going to send Summer to Beauxbatons. They are actually set on the idea of sending her to Hogwarts – even though it’s so long away. They say they are going to apperate to Kings Cross. That’s how whacked up they are. But anyway, how are you? Please respond to this letter, because I need to know that you’re safe. You’re my sister – nothing can change that.
Love,
Rhyidian.
She had felt angry with her brother for not writing for ages if he truly did feel that way, but that emotion quickly faded away to be replaced with guilt and sadness among other things like happiness that her brother had actually written and the letter had reached her safely.
She held the letter in her hand, and sighed. She did miss her brother, and the last time she’d seen her sister, Summer, was when Summer was three (she was now eight, but Scarlett had the suspicion that all the birthday and christmas cards never reached her siblings), and so she missed her too. She sat down under the familiar willow tree, the branches tickling her feet as she placed the letter down beside her. There was no wind today, so it was safe on the ground.
She slung her bag beside the letter too, fiddling around and removing a parchment and a pen from there, then started to write:
Rhyidian,
Thank you for writing – I guess. I would also like to say thank you for updating me on the situation going on at home. I’m just glad that I don’t have to live in the same house anymore – it was horrible Rhyidian, and I’m never ever going back. Nothing can change my mind. You can’t understand how I feel, because you didn’t stand up to them. You didn’t tell them what you thought. You didn’t speak up. I did all those things, and let me tell you – I paid for it.
It’s been a strange five years, but I can’t deny that I’ve been happy. Joanne and Lewis are amazing! They took me into their home without asking any questions, and they are like the parents I’ve wished for all my life. They made me go to wizard counselling (Joanne’s a witch, like me) – and that’s helped a lot. I’d love to say more, but I have to tell you way much more but it’s hard to fit five years into a letter.
Love,
Scarlett.
The sixteen year old shoved everything (including the original) letter from her brother) into the bag and leant against the tree trunk, watching her surrounds with one hazel eye, wishing, for one of the first times in her life, that she had company.
