#letter reading

[youngest-prince-of-rivendell]

Hey Scott, uh— have— Hi.

Xornoth?

What happened to you?

Are you okay?

[a-doll-like-you]

really sweet adorable moment in The Family Jewels (1965), where a little orphan heiress, (Donna Butterworth), goes with her chauffeur (Jerry Lewis) to pick a guardian from six uncles

[youngest-prince-of-rivendell]

hey.

hi

Will you tell me what's wrong now? I'm worried

[youngest-prince-of-rivendell]

Hello! My name is Katherine Elizabeth Blossom! I'm the future ruler of the Overgrown!

My mom said I should try to make friends with some people who are going to be ruling at the same time as me, so I'm sending a letter to everyone in line for a crown! I hope we can be friends one day!

How are you?

~ Katherine Elizabeth Blossom, Breaker of Leads, Mother of Sheep {★ @katherine-of-house-blossom ★}

(there's a note at the bottom, scribbled in pencil.)

P.S. I sent a letter to you and your brother because I can't remember who's older but if it's not you, feel free to still reply!

Hello, Katherine!

I'm not going to be king, but thank you for the letter!

I'll let my brother know about his letter if he doesn't notice it himself. He's been pretty busy lately.

I'm doing well!

I think we could be good friends!

Yours truly,

Scott Smajor.

[hinakonotediary]

[oneandonlyprongs-blog]

letter 6

Dear James,

If I ever try to talk myself out of doing something ever again, let me.

This morning I left while you were sleeping and went to visit Daisy. I will never tell you this story unless you ask, because that’s not fair to either of you, but let me just say it was possibly the most uncomfortable conversation of my life. Even more so than our very educational discussion a while ago.

Hey, Lily remember our non-dry part of that conversation?

It went a little something like this… You and I talked about who we’d tell, and I figured I’d tell Mary and Daisy since they’re my best friends, and we both agreed telling Daisy would be awkward because of the past, but that it was probably for the best. Well, even though last time I told Daisy big news before Mary, the latter got mad at me for it, Mary’s unfortunately lying unconscious in St. Mungo’s because of your venture to see Voldemort - thank you for that, no matter how stupid it was - and I was getting to work convincing myself not to tell Daisy.

OH.

Ultimately deciding I should just go tell her, and also needing to see her living and breathing, despite being told she was alive, I went this morning. We caught up, which was good, and seeing her there in front of me, her heart beating and her eyes alive, it made me feel even better than I did beforehand. It was comforting, and, in true Daisy fashion, she of course made me laugh about who knows what. Honestly, it was the happiest I’ve been in a while, equally enjoyable as some of the times we’ve spent together in the past several days. She made me see even more hope in the world.

There is hope, Lily. You'll be okay eventually. 

Then I told her. At first I tried hinting to it, but that didn’t work, and then she made it even worse by thinking I meant we just cuddled, and I suppose that makes sense because, well, because I’m Lily Evans, and yet it only made telling her that much more difficult. Now, I don’t really know how to explain my feelings on this, but I’m going to try my best. And since I don’t plan on you seeing these, or at least not the one to your parents and not this one, specifically, then I’m going to try to feel as non-guilty as possible in bringing up the topic none of us enjoy thinking about. I’m sorry in advance because I really do try to avoid it, but I feel like an explanation’s necessary right now. I don’t mind that you and Daisy shagged. It’s not my place to mind, anyway, since it happened before I even realized I liked you. Admittedly, yes, I guess I got to have an opinion, if only because Daisy was my best friend, but I just wanted her to be okay after she started to realize maybe it hadn’t been the best idea, and more than anything I want to comfort her, not to make her feel guilty about it. Now the same goes for you, and has since you became my friend, too.

The Daisy thing will never be easy to talk about or even think about, Lily. It was really hard for me because  even though it was her idea more or less, I didn't stop it. 

That being said, I know neither of you are fond of the memory, and I rarely think about it myself. It’s not my place to really say anything, since it was before me and I’m not involved, so this is incredibly selfish of me to say, and I’m sorry, but out of all of the people that make your list, of which I do not know the number, and am not sure I care to, Daisy is the only one that ever gets to me. Sure, I hate the last girl you shagged and all of the consequences of that relationship, but I don’t care that you shagged her. It’s just that Daisy is my best friend, and since you two didn’t shag like in what I think is a more normal situation, but because you were drunk and lonely, I try my best to handle both of your feelings about it, but it’s hard. Trust me, I don’t regret sleeping with you in the least, and I never will, but that doesn’t mean I looked forward to informing her about it. The only reason I didn’t finally let myself be completely convinced not to say anything was because I’d much rather have her hear it from me than anyone else. But I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t so incredibly awkward.

I'm sure it was. We tend to just ignore that it ever happened.

I hate that I reminded her about the whole situation between you two, and I try my hardest not to ever bring it up. As I said, it’s not my place to have a complaint, and I really don’t. There’s no reason for me to whine about it or anything stupid like that, I just don’t want to ever make either of you feel uncomfortable about the topic, and yet there was no avoiding it this time. I don’t doubt Daisy and I will eventually work around this, because we always get over our problems, I just wish some of the awkwardness could have been avoided. Now I know you always say how you hate that my friends guilt me into doing things, but that’s honestly not what happened in this scenario at all. I feel guilty for reminding you two about this, and I feel guilty for having a stronger opinion than I probably should, but I don’t feel guilty for sleeping with you or for telling her it happened.

why does it have to be awkward? I don't care if she shags Moony. It's the same thing.

All of that being said, I just wish that somehow I could alleviate some of the uncomfortableness around the whole situation, but I suppose that will take time. I guess that for now I just have to hope the three of us don’t get stuck together anywhere and that I’ll have a chance to talk to Daisy once several days go by.

So what? She's back to being mad at me for it now? Women are so weird. 

I love you, James, I really do, and if you end up reading this, I’m sorry for being so selfish and bringing it up,

It's not your fault.

Love,

Lily

[oneandonlyprongs-blog]

Letter 5

Dear James,

Technically it’s Monday morning now, but this letter counts for Sunday. Not much happened yesterday, but I kept waking up and feeling uneasy, and when I finally got up, you weren’t there, and you said you’d left to do work and implied you’d had nightmares, which explained it. Well, during that time you’d also gone to steal Lion back from Leo, and it was great to see him again. We decided that Lion is our cat now, and even though I had wanted to agree with you when you suggested it back in London, I couldn’t be happier it’s finally a reality.

yep, he's ours. As long as he doesn't cockblock.

We reminisced about some of our snogs, which was admittedly kind of fun, since the topic doesn’t seem so taboo now that we’re together. There might be some more embarrassing memories, and some where at least one of us seems mental, but I wouldn’t trade them in for anything else. Somehow us going for ice cream or going to get Lion do sound like they could have been our first dates. I’ve actually stopped registering our dormitory password with that incident. Oh bloody hell, now I’m to remember it every time, again. I originally just agreed to that because I like ice cream, and it was only you who was really bothered by it, which I’m sure you were fully aware of. But, um, I’m thinking maybe it’s time to think of a new one. It’d be more secure if we changed it up.

I think we should change it. I don't want anyone having access but us. 

The truth of the matter is exactly what I told you. Yes, everything we shared has made me incredibly happy, and yes, I do need you, because you make me feel like everything will be okay after what I- what we went through. But I also need you because I love you and I selfishly can’t imagine my life without you.

I can't live without you.

I feel like the worst cat-owner in the entire world because I shouldn’t even think of closing him in the common room to spend time with you, though I have to admit that makes me more comfortable than just snogging you while Lion stands there. It’s almost like he’s a child. Well, he is a child, but I mean a human one. Anyway, I was talking to Leo, who wants visiting rights once in a while, which I’m more than fine with, but I feel guilty, like we’d be getting him out of our way or something, and I don’t want that, because I love Lion very much. But this is just me being silly, per usual.

Lily, I don't think the cat will be scarred if we have sex in front of him. He's a cat. But, I'm sure Leo would watch him so we can have sex.

Also, when we talk about the future, I can tell you’re apprehensive now because I don’t want to get married until after we graduate, but I just think it’s best. Trust me, I’m not being evasive, since I want nothing more than to spend the rest of our lives together, I just think we should wait until then. And as for getting engaged, well, we’re already sort of engaged in some way since we’ve decided it will happen, but I know you want to ask me properly, and trust me, I am way too excited, but I want to wait until after we’ve recovered much more, not because it wouldn’t be a sense of immense comfort despite the current hardship, but because I don’t want to have to look back upon the event and remember how much we were struggling in other regards. I want our children and maybe even our grandchildren (getting way ahead of myself, I know, but you’ll probably never see this, so whatever) to hear the story and not find a single negative aspect. We can overcome this together, and once we’re happy, I don’t want that happiness to stop for as long as possible.

okay..

Now I’m still not tired and I can’t sleep because I’m talking my way out of holding a conversation and, in fact, I think I’m about to back out of it, but I really shouldn’t, so that sums up this letter. You still have your charm nearby, and I promised last night I wouldn’t leave without making sure it was there, but it is, and I have to go do this. You look so calm and happy with Lion in your arms, and I just wish you would open up to me and let me know how you’re really feeling, because you can pull the ‘I’m fine’ thing out as many times as you want, but you forget how similar we are, and therefore how clear it is to me that you’re not. I just want to help you, James, like you’ve helped me. Please, don’t close me out.

I think that's partly why I've been in a mood all day. I don't like waking up without you.

All of my love,

Lily

[oneandonlyprongs-blog]

Letter 4

Dear James,

Welcome back to Hogwarts. Today hasn’t exactly been easy, but it isn’t completely awful, either.

These past several days have been difficult, I’m not going to lie. I guess it’s to be expected that I wouldn’t be okay after being tortured, but sometimes I feel like I’m just supposed to be, like I should just be smiley and happy and cheerful once more. You’re really helping me return to my normal self, and I loved spending time with you at the cottage and the inn.

I saw several people today. One of them was Rae, and while I try not to be mean to anyone, she ruined my life. I know you didn’t side with her or anything, and she ruined yours, too, but I needed to say it. Not once did I ever complain about her while you were together, or even afterward, because I didn’t want to be involved in your two-sided triangle from Hell, and I hate thinking about everything that happened, because it was honestly the worst time of my entire life. I could sit here for hours and write down all of the reasons she’s given me to hate her, but I will not waste my time with that or with her. I’m glad you’ll probably never read this, because even though you don’t like her much now, anyway, and I truly feel I had a right to stand up to her, even if I didn’t get out a mere fraction of the animosity that’s built up inside, I don’t want to burden you with my angst.

I'd be lying if I said Emma was never important to me. She helped me deal with a lot of things but I don't know. I know she was horrible to you and no, I'll never defend her when it comes down to anything with you.  You make your own choices and me and Emma aren't friends. I wish it was different at times but we're not the same people as we were when we were together. I'm really sorry you had to endure all that though, when she and I were together.

Anyway, I also saw Ally, Regulus, and Frank. It’s more reassuring than I can explain to see that some the people I care about are alive and relatively happy. I know I never talk about Frank much with you, but when I spoke to him today, he said his mum and dad are doing really well, and it was extremely comforting to hear that even more people were doing okay in light of all of the insanity in this world.

I don't hate Frank. I just don't share. Mine.

Also, you seem to be afraid that I’ll change my mind on wanting to marry you. Let me lay this out nice and clearly: I want to be with you forever, James. I want to marry  you and have a family with you, but more than that I want to hold your hand while we go for walks and to wake up and see your face looking peaceful next to mine and just to see your smile ever day. That will never change because I love you more than anything in the entire world, so please don’t doubt for one second that any of that will ever waver.

I'm trying on the doubts. When we're married, will we get to have sex? Please tell me we get to have sex again before then.

You’ll be glad to know that I haven’t cried at all, despite whatever that ridiculous film showed you. Though I am seriously considering appealing to Dumbledore to get the no-apparation rule removed. Let’s just say the stairs are not my friends today. Not at all. And I love you and I don’t regret what we did, but I do not love all of this walking nearly as much, and just like you’re getting fed up with First Years’ questions, knowing that I don’t have to take detours throughout the whole castle to point out common rooms and lavatories anymore today is a great relief.

Stairs? oh. Hehe. I mean, um I'm sorry. I really wish it was easier for you and I don't mind dealing with first years for as long as you need. 

All of my love,

Lily

I love you more.