(March 21 - April 19) The Ram - “I Am” (Ability to think on one’s feet)
Writing Prompt: Your muse writes a letter to their family about a decision they have come to regarding their future. This could be in present day, as a young child, or in the future.
Happy Christmas! I got my Hogwarts letter today and Auntie Cress said I should tell you even though you’re gone. And least week Auntie Cress found a baby owl hiding in the garden, she says he has a broken wing, but I think he is just afraid to fly. I have been taking care of him, and I will teach him when he isn’t so scared anymore. I named him Hermes, and he is coming to Hogwarts with me.
When I get there I am going to be the best in astronomy and be in Ravenclaw, just like you, Mum. And I’m going to fly around on a broom. Auntie says I shouldn’t play Quidditch because it is like cheating, but she doesn’t know. She also said to keep quiet about what I see so that I don’t get made fun of at school like I do in the village. But I am going to get the best marks and make the best friends and have the best time.
I am going to make you proud.
Andy folded the piece of parchment up carefully, as the folds were starting to give in their age. Of course Cress tucked that damn letter into Mum’s journal, she thought as she tucked away the declarations of a silly eleven year old back into the leather-bound notebook. “You did real fucking good, Andy. Hufflepuff, seeker, failing Divination and avoiding astronomy like a plague. Bet they are fucking beaming with pride,” though the words were harsh, Andy laughed as she said them, cross-legged on her plush bed in her dorm. “Hermes turned out okay though,” she grinned and held her hand out, knowing full well that the owl would meet it, “didn’t you, bud? Broken wing my arse, you were just a a little scaredy-butt. Now look at you.”
Ruffling the feathers along Hermes’ neck Andy couldn’t help but wonder what it might have been like if one of them had made it. Really didn’t matter which, she couldn’t remember any specifics about them anyhow. And it wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate everything that Cressida did for her, but as she got older it became more apparent just how much she didn’t want to be raising the bastard child of the man she loved and her sister. Fun stuff. For the most part Andy tried to stay out of her way, keeping up the cottage when she was home to keep the peace. “Only one more year, and we are home free, Herm. Only one more year.”