Love Note Leavers Errand Finished

Letter to father & mother

Dear my beloved Father & Mother

Hello Mother and Father. How are things back home? Is it quite and peaceful or lonely without me, Arthur and Anthony there to give you headache? I know you’ve heard that I’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw, but I am going to mention it anyway. Hogwarts is amazing just like you’ve told me, father. I heard about cousin Florence. You have to tell me about Beauxbatons sometime, Mother. I assure you that I will be home on holiday, no need to worry. I have passed your message to Arthur and Anthony, they told me what they’ve done. I must admit it sounded just like them, you shouldn’t e surprised.

People here are nice. I have made friends. Everything is going well. I’m sorry that I haven’t send you any owl, I was a little bit busy getting settled in. I promise I will write you guys more often.

Truth be told, I am writing to you in a library. Do you know they have converted a section in the library into a place where we can write letters? I think this is not a bad idea at all.

I think I’m doing well at Hogwarts so far. I got an O in a Charms assignment. I’d say that counted as a good start. I promise I will try to keep it up.

Sincerely,
Alexandria Asterion

Word Cound : 428

Errand Progress : 1 letter

Mentions: @Nico Shymane | Interacting with: @Zahid al-Benghazi ibn Masoud

She returned the greeting from her colleague, who she was rather pleased to see here. "Good Morning, I didn't expect to see you here today but I have this for you," She responded, as she offered him the letter from herself addressed directly to him. It was a little odd hand delivering it but since he was here - and Nico had already started this - she may as well.

Hjørdis looked down at the letter, after she was done smirking at Nico's upside book, and unfolded it. Her eyes scanned the letter. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes and a small smile tugging on the edges of her lips that 'don't smile often'. Apparently she had a heart? She would deny such a thing if asked but it appeared it was pointless. The facade and reputation she had built for the past ten years was quickly unraveling in front of everyone. The real Hjørdis was shining through, after so long. She had a heart, whether or not she admitted it, and people were just beginning to notice.

Dear Miss Shymane,

I recall the event in question. It warms that heart of mine that still knows how to smile to hear that you enjoyed my cupcakes. Perhaps I ought to bake some more soon. I know of Hugh Lowe, he is a fine example of a gentleman - or perhaps a knight. Whilst our interaction was brief, I recall the boy in question. He is a sweet child and I am pleased to hear that you had a friend like that.

Being 'different' can be hard when you're growing up. I am sorry that you felt treated that way, when you really should not have. You are a person, you are not alone and you are enough just the way you are, Nico Shymane. Whilst I cannot relate to exactly how you felt, let me tell you a story of when I was a child.

Children - and adults alike - always associate white hair with old age. As a child, I was teased for it and it bothered me. Do you know what made them stop? I stopped letting their words affect me. Being confident in yourself shields you. I realised one day that they were wrong and accepted myself the way I am.

Whilst it might not be the same, be confident in yourself. You are a smart, kind, good person. Nothing anyone says or does will change that, unless you allow them to. I sincerely hope that one day, you will view yourself as the fine lady that you aspire to be like.

For now though, perhaps focus on practicing your levitation spells. They require a little more concentration and focus than you perhaps exhibited. I would rather not receive a papercut on my face - or worse, eyes.

Kind Regards,

Professor Jensen

P.S. I'll fill the common room with cupcakes tomorrow.

Hjørdis took a little while to write her letter. In all truth, she was not sure how much she ought to actually say about herself. However, she decided to open up a little. It appeared that the child would require it.

She folded the parchment, sending it directly towards her in a far more elegant and refined manner. The page would land on the table in front of Nico, without actually hitting her or landing awkwardly on her.

Errand Progress: 3

OOC Note: Just to update everyone, I have approved Alina Rosier's format. If you wish to create additional threads for further interactions. If anyone wishes to do that, you're very welcome. Of course, only the first post counts and should be contain different content, as it would here.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I am finally writing to you. Everything is going great at Hogwarts. I love my uniform and I think that the yellow of Hufflepuff goes very well with my hair.

The castle is as big and beautiful as your tales mentionned it. However, the stairs are very tricky to handle. One morning I almost fell down. I was yawning and the stair moved just when I put my foot on the first step. Don't worry though, now I always keep my eyes wide open before going up and down stairs.

Also, don't believe anything that Magnus told you, he was the one who started it. You can believe your nice little girl.

Anyway, I hope you are doing well and that daddy's leg doesn't hurt him anymore. I miss you and I would be very happy to receive a care package with mom's homemade cookies.

With all my love, Riannon xxxxxx

WC: 369 | Errand Progress : Letter 1/5

Letter to my favourite cousin

Dear Florence Beauchamp,

Hello cousin! How are you? How is Beauxbatons? My parents sent me an owl. Congratulations! Next time you come by, you have to tell me everything.

I miss you dearly cousin. We haven’t seen each other in so long. I have a lot of things to share with you. I know I’m going to tell you this again in person but bear with me. I have been sorted into Ravenclaw! You know, the house with an eagle, the blue one. It seemed like you have the right prediction again, but of course, none of us were surprised. I wish you were here with me, not everyone can tolerate me as long as you can. You know? It’s good to finally be here with my brothers. I have made new friends, but worry not! No one has replaced you yet but you going to have to try harder than before now if you don’t want to lose the position as my favourite person.

Your favourite cousin,
Alexis Asterion

P.s. The next time you visit, you better not forget my chocolates, Florence.

Word Count : 330

Errand Progress : 2 letters

Mention: @Riannon Campbell

Dear Mum and Dad,

It is my great pleasure to write this letter to you today. I have been sorted in Ravenclaw. I am not sure it suits me well, but I will try to make my house pride to have me. Maybe all of this is because of my curiosity ? Or maybe, I became creative thanks to Lauren. Anyway, I am perfectly able to fit anywhere you know it, so don't worry about me.

Besides that surprise, everything is going fine in Hogwarts. I don't see Alex much which disappoints me a little bit because I can't hoax her. I feel like she is avoiding me sometimes. I don't understand why, she is perfectly able to get problems way worst by herself than what I can do to her.

But anyway. I can see Lauren quite often since we are in the same house. However, I try to do everything by myself and it is a success I think. I don't want to be Lauren's little annoying sister. I want to be Riley Swan the red haired girl who spreads joy and enthusiasm.

I miss you a little bit and I am glad to see you in a few weeks now.

I love you

Riley

WC: 416 | Errand Progress: Letter 1/5

Mentions: @Dymphna Teague

Serena made her way through the library until she reached the designated writing area. The library had been a place she had not spent much time in this year - or the first, for that matter. She mostly avoided studying until she realised the importance of it and spent far too much time trying to catch up and practice her skills. But things were changing now. She was spending more time playing Quidditch than anything else.

Writing letters was something she had to do from a young age. Her mother would insist on her writing thank you letters after every birthday party to everyone who attended. Good manners, she was told. But the truth was, with Quidditch and everything happening, she had not had much time to write recently. Today, she figured she would try and change that.

Dear Dymph,

It has been far too long since we hung out, I miss you. Things have been very busy as of late and it is pretty annoying that all I seem to be doing is studying or playing quidditch but I guess it has been paying off. Hufflepuff won all three matches this year, which makes me so happy. I am actually kinda surprised that I helped the house to win, yano yanno?

I wonder if we could play sometime together? Summer holidays - at mine? Not sure if we're allowed to use our brooms outside of hogwarts but I sure hope so!

Pizza's been a little down since I've been kinda busy lately so I thought I would spend some time with him and write letters to everyone I haven't really been able to talk to in a while. Lets meet up soon - its almost our birthdays, maybe we can plan something for it with the whole gang?

Lots of Love,

Serena J. Towers

Serena signed off the letter and folded it up, addressing it to the Ravenclaw she had not seen in a while. They used to write to each other quite a bit though, when they had more time. It was only fitting that she started off the day by continuing this tradition.

Errand Progress: 1/5

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Dear Lizzie,

I know for a fact I am not good at words or maybe I am but I just do not realize it yet. Anyhow, I am glad that you are my friend (along side with Blake too) in this big castle, it is not so bad and would not feel so lonely when you have friends in here.

As I wrote this, you were no longer in the library (I see you before but you have your serious thinking face on and I do not want to bother you) which mean you are somewhere in this big castle, doing what you know best, perhaps. Also you're a Ravenclaw for Merlin sake! You need to found a solution to crack the riddle so you can entered your own Common Room.

Back then when you said you do not know how to crack the riddle I want to laugh because like I said, you are a Ravenclaw. Cracking riddles should be in your blood, metamorphically speaking of course. About that thing we will make soon, the three of us (you, Blake and I) should discussed it in private and maybe it will be wise to not say anything at all general places where eyes and ears can hear and see or in this letter that I will send it to you, in case this letter got intercept (I hope it would not).

Lastly, I know it is a stretch but I do hope our friendship will last for a lifetime. You are funny, smart and a fun person to be around with. Never doubt yourself even for a second.

Cheers, mate!
Phoenix Cassandra Ironwoods

p.s : you know by now I dislike my first name so yeah[/font]

@Lizzie Verdine

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Ink, Quill, Wax Stamp Set that Cassie used

Word Count Letter : 286

Word Count RPG : 268

Errand Progress : 2 / 5 Letters

Mentions: @Caradoc Browne

Hjørdis paused, wondering who she ought to write to. She was severely running out of people that she actually spent time with. It was probably something she ought to be embarrassed about but honestly, she did not care. People were a weakness. If there was anything her life had taught her, it was that. Caring about someone made you weaker. It was why she almost broke down after the attack on the Slytherin common room. She cared too much for them. It was making her weaker. And she hated it. Keeping a distance from people was actually kind of smarter. In some cases, the information she knew about them could be used against them - to manipulate them. It had worked wonders on Griffith not too long ago.

She sighed softly. Her list of people that she actually spent time with in the school was shortening regularly. There were a number that had now left their positions and moved on. She ought to write to them but she was attempting to keep this within the school to lift some spirits. This was actually harder than she realised. She was challenging the students to write five letters, at the very least, she ought to attempt to do the same. So far, she had three done. Perhaps Caradoc Browne and... She paused, who did she actually know well enough to write to them? Alaric, perhaps? Cover all of the Heads of Houses that way?

She had no idea but she figured she would start on the next letter. Hjørdis started addressing the letter, before crossing some out. Picking up a muggle fountain pen with emerald ink, she drafted out the whole letter, unsure of what she should actually say and ended up crumbling it up. It rolled off the desk and landed on the floor. Starting over, she wrote out another attempt.

Caradoc,

I hope you are doing better.

Thank you for your help with the patrols. It has become apparent how important they are. I will schedule you into some with Galim in the coming weeks. Look out for the schedule in a later owl.

In more important news, any updates on the current situation?

Regards,
H. Jensen

She assessed the second letter, nodding to herself. It was far better than the first. This would do.

Errand Progress: 4

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The First Letter:

Interacting with @Hjørdis Jensen | Mentions : @Hugh Lowe

Sweating bullets, her eyes fixated on the pages with words. Words that she didn't read but only saw. They were nothing more but symbols to her. If she could, she'd try to find a way to crawl in the space behind the letters, hoping to hide there and dissapear from this plane of existence. Folding up her body in the letter O or crawling underneath the letter P...

"Miss Shymane, why don't you read us a few paragraphs?"

The stern familiar voice of her Head of House, snapped her awake. Where even was her mind right now? Blinker a few times, Nico noticed why she was having such a hard time to connect with the book infront of her.

It's upside down.
Of course it is...

Slowely, Nico looked up at Nora. Her blue eyes would stand out in the midst of her now tomato red face as she hesitantly smiled at her. Why was it that she could never have a decent, normal conversation or eye-to-eye moment with an adult in this school. Was she that clumsy? That weird? Maybe it was part of being a Dhampir but she didn't know for sure. She should owl her dad about this... again. Against all odds, the Professor was more amused than upset. A bit of the lead that sank on her stomach, had been lifted...

As she was reading her freshly inked letter, the young Prefect tried to distract herself from the fact that her Head of House, a person she looked up to, was actually reading her letter. Hands fidgeting with her Quill, rolling the stem between her fingers. Her leg was gently bobbing up and down under the table, without a sound. All different ways, to keep her body in check before it would run rampage.
Her eyes glancing at the ceiling, once more checking out the ceiling high bookcases. What could people possibly write about? Mystical creatures, languages, cooking recipes, spells,... love?

Moments had passed until the sound of paper sliding over wood, caught her attention. In the time she had been daydreaming about the dusty books on the shelves, Professor Jensen had read AND written her a letter.

A letter? For her? She wasn't supposed to deliver this somewhere? Oh. It actually had her name on it. Written in such an elegant way. Nico promised to herself to practice her handwriting some more when she'd get back to her dorm. Carefully and curious, she'd open the envelope and read it. Her gaze taking in every word. The further she got, the more tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes. Never had she been touched by a letter before. Not one like this. The supportive words, that Nico had been looking for all this time at this school, were right here. The struggle with being quite different and odd... She wasn't alone in this. There were plenty of others who suffered in a similar way...

Quickly, Nico searched for a tissue in her pockets, pressing the fabric against her cheeks, catching the red tears. This... was a turning point to her. Even though the recent events had broken her, changed her... She wanted to be strong. This was the push she needed...

Her murky eyes, looked up at the Professor as she gently pressed the letter against her chest, nodding at her as to say thank you. She would treasure this and pin it above her bed. She'd memorise the words in times she needed them the most to carry on. With her new found motivation, she got inspiration to write another letter.

Placing the words of the Professor as if made by glass, next to her - she placed another page of paper infront of her. Who would be the next to retrieve her written words?
Her mind went down a list of people she could write to... Maybe Quinn... It kinda made sense that she would but there had to be more people that she cared about...

Hugh Lowe. Wauw. Been awhile since she heard that name. What was that Scott up to?

Lately they only met during Quidditch games. Talking? Not really. He must be busy. Sigh. A letter atleast wouldn't hurt would it? Determined, her pen slid across the paper:

Hi Hugh,

Congratulations with Gryffindors victory during our last Quidditch tournament. It was a rough one, you deserve this achievement. Don't tell my Captain I said that. He'd probably scold me...

What have you been up to otherwise? I noticed you gained a few inches again. Do you ever stop? It's been abit crazy on my side... Something weird went down in my Common Room, I'm not sure if you heard of it. It would kinda surprise me if you haven't. We're still not sure what happened or why it happened... Honestly, I'm terrified I'm abit scared.

Anyway, since we haven't really talked in a long time, I just wanted to send you this letter. It's the least I can do, right?

Stay safe

Friendly greetings,

-Nico

Setting her Quill aside, she folded the letter and slid it in an envelope to send with an owl later that day. Who knew. Maybe it would cheer him up?

Errand : 2/5

Interacting with @Hjørdis Jensen

Zahid was quite surprised when the Head of Slytherin handed him a letter. It was far from the first letter she had written him, they had exchanged a few of them especially after things grew more busy after October and they could no longer find the time to meet up to read and let their cats have play dates. Still, it was strange to be straight-up handed a letter. It made sense though. Why wait until later to send a letter if they actually crossed paths? He would have to read it as well, then. But first he'd have to finish addressing Caradoc's letter and then he would write his friends in Italy before he read this one. Even if a few more minutes would matter little that letter was overdue enough already.

Rolling up and tying the roll of parchment, he set both of the letters to the side and grabbed a new piece of parchment and began writing his friends.



He hesitated. He did not want to worry his friends so he had not told them about what had been going on since October, but it still felt disingenuous to simply lie and say that everything was fine and he was sure that those two, out of all the people he still corresponded with via letters, would definitely have noticed that he had answered less as the time between his letters had grown longer and longer.
I will not bore you with the details... Was this truly the best he could come up with?

Casting his mind back to their last letter, he drew a blank for a moment. It had not been particularly filled with detail either and he didn't think there was anything he'd need to answer directly. That little note from Rosario, however... He was not sure what possessed Rosario to send him an announcement of his child's birth considering that they had spoken maybe twice during his time in Italy, but it did give him something to ask his friends about.

After finishing with his second letter he set it aside to dry and instead of taking a new piece of parchment to write another letter, he picked up Professor Jensen's letter back up to read.

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Dear Antonio & Constanza,
it has been too long since our last correspondence, I must apologize. I expected life at a boarding school to be busy but the extent of it caught me by surprise. And just when I had thought I had just about settled in, things got far more complicated than before. I will not bore you with the details, but things have grown even busier than before since late last year. But to be honest, I simply underestimated how different boarding school life would be from university and it did not help that I hadn't taught anyone in- Alright, I can already hear you disagreeing, Constanza, let me rephrase: it had been years since I taught a group of people.

Outside of school life, there is nothing new to write about on my side really, as I do not have the time for much of anything and I spent most of my free time reading as you very well know. Though, I must thank you both for introducing me to Violetta. Some of the books from her sister's bequest that she had wanted to throw away, have come in handy as one of my colleagues expressed an interest in them so you can tell her that someone (to quote her) 'might still get some use out of them'.

Herodotus his still his adorable curious self. He is really starting to get to big now to carry him in my jacket the way I used to in the beginning, but he makes a lovely scarf – he is quite partial to curling around my neck. It is quite soothing, I must say.

On another note, a little birdie told me that congratulations are in order. How does it feel to have become godparents? I know you said that you had no interest in having children yourself – not for a long while yet at least – but I must admit I am wondering if watching your godchild is as horrible as you imagined it to be so that you would 'praise everything holy when I can hand that child back to its parents'. Do not worry, I am only teasing. Still, I admit I am somewhat curious to hear how you fare now that it has become reality.

And how is your research going, Antonio? You did not mention it in your last letter, has it not been going well? If that is the case, do keep your head up, you know that set-backs happen and as a good friend of mine told me -they are just more opportunities to learn from. So, do not be discouraged if that is what happened.

Did your book club take off, Constanza? Not that I believe you for a second that your book club is more than a cover for a nice afternoon of tea and cakes. I love you dearly, my friend, but we both know you have very little interest in books for the sake of books. But I suppose it does sound more posh than a gossip party.

I hope this letter finds you both in good health.
With love,
Zahid

Letter: 2/?

WC (Letter): 520

WC (RP): 373