#bridgetperkins

[ellethorne-blog]

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✎ - Write a letter to a family member and express something you’ve never told them before or something you wanted to tell them. 

Dad,

I miss you. I’ve wanted to tell you that since the day you died, but I guess I never believed in the fact that you could actually hear it, even when I was that young. Too hard-headed, I guess. I got that from you. I’m not even sure if I believe that you can hear me now, and I’m not really sure if I want to, but I think I do. If I believe that you’re there, it gives me hope that there’s a chance we can see each other again. 

It gives me hope that you and Owen are together again. 

I don’t know what to do, dad. I’ve never felt so alone in my life, and I’m scared. I don’t know how to do this alone. I never learned how. We never learned how to cope when you died, because we didn’t have to. We had an entire neighborhood of people there for us.

For us. Us. Now it’s just me. 

I miss you. I love you. And I hope you’re listening. I’ll write again soon.

Elle

[annaliseollivander]

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☂ - Talk about a time that it rained - what happened that day? Does your muse like the rain?

Almost a week after the Battle, it rained. It was late at night, Diagon Alley was almost empty and Annalise was heading home after a hard day of trying to get Ollivanders in shape once again. It was the first time that she was alone at night and fear suddenly overtook her, but suddenly it started drizzling- and it was oddly calming. It soon turned into a shower and she just stood there in the middle of the road, getting soaked. It stopped quickly enough, but even for the few minutes it lasted it had been cleansing. After that she started liking rain much more than she used to in the past.