There are moments when life can feel so dull. So repetitive. Moments where each day seems to blur into the next to the point where it becomes hard to keep on going. And everything just feels so pointless.
In these instances, remember the entrancing little things that you witness. The tiny violet flowers you see growing in the patches of grass along the sidewalk. The gentle caress of the wind and the sun’s kiss on your skin as you leave your home and start your day. The smell of rain. Or the sound of birds singing their sweet lively tunes. All evidence of the unique magic of life.
Magic. If you pay attention, you’ll see it everywhere and so, life becomes a little bit brighter.
Warnings: There isn’t really anything in this letter.
Word Count: 424
A/N: I hope you all like it! The letters will definitely be a bit shorter than the chapters, but I hope you like them nevertheless.
September 7th
Dear Dad,
You didn’t say anything to me today. Like, at all. I don’t know why, but I hope I didn’t do anything wrong. I hope you aren’t mad at me. I know I tend to do some stupid things, but I can’t think of anything I did today or yesterday.
Are you mad at me? I’m just really confused right now. It was the first day of school. You always ask how school went on the first day, and then I always tell you how awesome or crappy it was. I didn’t mean to upset you if I did. I just really wanted to tell you what classes I have and how they were.
I mean, I got into physics, computer science, and even the filming class they said was super small. I even asked the teachers if they could teach me a little about how each of them would fit into Bro Average. I was super excited to tell you about that.
I don’t know. Maybe you had a bad day or something. That’s it right? I understand those days. I’m sure we’ll talk tomorrow. I just don’t understand why you didn’t say anything at all. Usually you at least ask for a hug, which I’d be more than happy to give to you, you know.
I hope tomorrow works out better for all of us. Especially because tomorrow is waffle day! Second day of school breakfast is the best. You know, everyone wonders why it’s the second day of school breakfast that’s special, not the first. I try to explain that just in case it’s a bad first day, we don’t want to ruin the waffle magic with that, so we do it on the second day, to make it better than the one before. They never seem to fully understand. I don’t know. Maybe it can just be our thing.
If we do it tomorrow. I mean, I know I shouldn’t be worried, but I can’t help it. We both know how I felt the last time I upset you. I’m pretty sure I got more upset with myself than you did. I’m just a little worried. About you and you know. If I did anything wrong. We’ve never gone a day without talking. And I’m just rambling on. Saying the same ole things.
I hope everything is normal tomorrow. I don’t even know why I wrote this letter to be honest. Things will be fine tomorrow and you won’t even have to read it.
The nights are cold and long, as the days pass i further regret leaving my post, i long to be back home in the village. The fields of wheat and the warm sun, friends and family, though what i miss most is you.
The fortress is no place for a pleasnt life, a shoddy excuse for a home. With dim lantern light and prying eyes i get nearly no privacy. I miss home, and i miss you. I hope to hear from you soon. Ill be sending my best wishes from all this distance away.
It’s been about a week, and I’m going stir crazy in here. I hate that I don't get to talk to you or see you. This fucking sucks! I don’t know if I can do this for 3 fucking months. Thank God they can’t tell me I can’t write you letters. They actually encourage writing things down, so there’s at least something I can look forward to.
I’m told they want to do this whole “tough love” type of therapy on me to try to break through, but all it’s doing is making me want to punch them. Do you think I’ll get in trouble if I do that? Like just lay one right in the middle of the doc’s face? I have no control over anything in here. They tell me when to sleep, when to clean, when to eat. And the food is disgusting. How do they expect people to live like this?
How is tour going? I want to hear all about it! Are you having fun? What idiotic things has Jack done? I need details about the outside world here. I really hope you’re enjoying yourself and not worrying about me. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t be writing you. Maybe I should just let you live your life. I know you said I’m stuck with you, but I also know I’m not around right now, so I’ll understand if you don’t want to be trapped with someone you can’t really be with it. If you find someone you want to be with, then I just want you to be happy, okay?
Shit, they’re calling for lights out in like 10 minutes and I’ve still got to shower before bed. I’ll write you next week, okay?
I’ve received my first letter from his time in reception! I didn’t think there’d ever come a day where I would miss his messy handwriting and playing “figure out what that word is.” In his letter, he talked about who’s in the barracks with him. How they all bonded over the basic guy things and what they’ve been doing. He talked about a motivational speaker coming and asking what their motivation was. In his head, he went through all the reasons that he had given when he first decided. Then, he said that I was his motivation because he wanted to become stronger for me. For our future together. I am so lucky to have someone like him in my life. Since he’s working hard to become stronger, I have to do the same.
As promised here is the first of many letters about this Hogwarts year, I hope it eases the pain of being left behind a bit. I noticed you weren’t at the platform this morning so I really hope you’re okay, though I get why you didn’t come. I wouldn’t want to surround myself with happy families either if my mum and dad had just gone through a divorce.
I enclosed a box of bertie botts all flavoured beans in hope to cheer you up. I am currently still on the train and the lunch lady just came by. Eris Parkinson said she’s not an actual lady but some sort of poltergeist who is bound to the train but of course that is pure idiocy, I know for a fact she attended Dumbledore’s funeral. Parkinson refuses to believe me though, so in case you’re bored could you find me the guest list?
Anyway, sorry that this letter is short and a bit all over the place but I have somehow gotten myself into a compartment with half the Slytherin quidditch team, both of your brothers, Scorpius Malfoy (who is very pale by the way) and as mentioned before Eris Parkinson. I already hate the latter, and all of them are doing a very good job at distracting me from writing my favorite cousin and BFF a decent letter.
I hope to write you again soon but James is threatening to duel the fifth year Slytherin beater now so I have to hide my letter before it gets caught in the crossfire. Expect more about my Hogwarts life soon and do feel free to bitch to me about how much it sucks that your parents have split up, I’m all ears (or eyes).
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