Forbidden letters Solo Closed

Lana frowned upon opening her brother's letter, the ends of her eyes forming pools of tears. It'd been ages since she last spoke to him, though they left off on incredibly bad terms. She had begun to wonder if he'd forgotten about her, possibly replaced her with some sort of muggle friend.

She didn't know whether to write him back or to throw it away, either choice resulting in a consequence. Had her parents found out she'd been conversing with her disowned brother, god knows what they would do as punishment. Possibly pull her out Hogwarts?

A quill lie still on the table of the Owlery, practically calling out to her. She knew she couldn't just leave his letter to dry, making him truly believe that she did in fact hate him. Though she didn't, no matter how hard she tried. He abandoned the family to live as a muggle! Wasn't that a good enough reason to make her despise such a person?

Dear Alexander,

I know you are aware of what you're doing is wrong, though so do I.
I'm risking a lot, sending this letter back to you as if it's just some merry conversation. You know what you did, so why you think it's okay to owl me out of all people bewilders me.

You know I don't hate you, and I never could in the first place. It still hurts, though, to know that you're happier somewhere without magic. It hurts to know that I'll never get to see you in person again, though it's something I've come to terms with by now. You should do the same.

I love you, this you also know. Please don't hurt me by sending more letters, as I won't be able to send one again.

Goodbye,

From: Alexander Monet
Addressed to: Lana Monet
Destination: Hogwarts owlery

Dearest Lana,

As much as you try and tell yourself you're okay with your life, you and I both know it's a life. They're terrible to you, they're terrible to everyone. Why you purposefully stick around is beyond me. Muggles aren't as incompetent as you think, Lana. They're intelligent, and most of them aren't evil, unlike the little friends you run around with.

I wish you would believe me, though it seems they've already shaped you into someone you're not. You know you have a choice, right? You can leave them. You can be free.

Your brother,
Alexander

From: Lana Monet
Addressed to: Alexander Monet
Destination: London, England

Dear Alexander,

In case you've forgotten, I'm not stupid. I'm not incompetent. I'm aware of my choices, and I'm aware of my consequences. You seem to think that since I'm young, I'm incapable of making my own decisions. Alexander, I have been through more than you will ever have to, especially considering you live your life as a simple bartender.

You didn't think I knew, hm? Mother and father told me all about your "new life". It's sad, to say the least. You're an embarrassment to our name. I will never, ever, leave what I have for you, let me make that clear.

I refuse to open any of these letters thus forward, so shall you send another it will sit alone in the Owlery, left to collect dust.

Regards,