Test Flight PV Eris Fawley Finished

@Adam Harringtom,
Boy’s Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower
5/9/19



How’d you know the only reason I’m back is to see your face? My education? Thrown out the window. All I cared about was the irresistibility of your face. Don’t expose my secret, or else I’ll actually throw you out of a window. Then your face would be ruined and I would be free to go back home and wallow in my own misery.

I’m sorry about not sending any letters, really. My grandparents took away any letters I received and made sure I sent none out. It was a punishment for letting you come over for something or another. My summer has been hard, to say the least. I’ve been reminded over and over again about my status as a pureblood and how I should stay away from you people who aren’t purebloods, but I don’t think that’s ever been possible. The incredible Eris doesn’t have the same ring to it as The Incredible Eris and Adam. I tried to abide by their rules, but what happens at school stays at school, and I rather be your friend than be the perfect granddaughter. You’re a lot more fun to be around than old people. Please don’t get any thoughts in your head about not hanging out with me, or some internal dialogue about how I could do better. I assure you that isn’t what’s going on at all, and I only tell you of my grandparent’s opinions because I agree that.. We really don’t need any more secrets about our families, or anything.


But, you’re just as guilty for us not talking! I was expecting a Rapunzel style breakout. Ropes, ladders, and a dedicated arsehole to break me out. Yet, you never came! I couldn’t do a breakout without the guy from the movie who breaks her out! Come on! I thought our best friend telepathy was a thing. Guess it isn’t

Onto the subject of being a third year, isn’t it terrifying!? I can’t believe that you’re turning 14! I just turned 13 and it feels really, really, weird. Actually, there’s a lot more than just a few things happening this year. My gran says this is the year she got her first kiss. At that weird little teashop in Hogsmeade that I never bothered to look at when I was sneaking out. Now that we get to go there for real, without worrying about being caught or getting detention, I really want to explore around there. But, eh. We should totally meet up in person! When are you free to hang out? We could go to the lake, for old times sake. Or anywhere, really. There’s more blonde people this year, so I can’t find you in a hallway as easily. So, that rules out a random encounter. Stupid blonde haired first years!

As your handsome owl may have noticed, I also have a new owl of my own. His name is Owlbert and he bit your owl on the rump for returning this letter to you, because he really wanted to do it. But, you have a loyal bird on your hands. I gave him a carrot for his efforts. I don’t know if owls like carrots, but Edmund did. So, there’s that. I hope he’s returned in one piece!

with love
From,

Eris Fawley
Girls' Dormitory, Gryffindor Tower
5 September 2019

Aw, I'm sorry that your grandparents were so harsh on you. I know you said not to worry, but I still feel like it's kind of my fault -- I don't want to get you in trouble for being friends with me! If it's causing problems, I don't mind the idea of a secret friendship. That would be very exciting, even if it meant I didn't get to come over as often. We could send coded messages and all that. Here, decode this:

It's not perfect, but hey, it could work in a pinch. And I wouldn't mind learning a few new codes -- that's the only one I know by heart. But let's talk about your Rapunzel plan, and how insane that would've been! Do you think I could sneak into your fortress of a house? Past all of those gargoyles that are probably designed to vaporize me on sight? I don't think so! I would probably end up being the one in need of a rescue. Besides, even if I did make it all the way up to your tower to break you out, you'd just be waiting to hit me over the head with a frying pan. Don't try and deny it, Fawley. I know how that movie goes.

Best friend telepathy or not, I'm glad we're back in the same school. It makes it much easier to talk. We really should meet up soon, but with all these new classes I have no idea when I'm free. I guess I could blow off my homework one afternoon and go back to the lake with you. Sounds a lot more fun, actually. I can't wait to explore Hogsmeade together. I've been waiting to go to Honeydukes since my first day here! I can't say I approve of you sneaking out, especially since it means you'll already be used to the village, but I also know I couldn't stop you if I tried.

I don't even want to talk about first kisses. That's just too crazy for me to think about. I know we're teenagers and all now, but fourteen seems like way too young to have a first kiss with someone, doesn't it? I might have a lot to learn about growing up. I guess we'll find out.

Thanks for giving Edmund that treat! He looked noticeably happier when he came back, so I don't think Owlbert bothered him all that much. Not more than a carrot could heal, anyways. Maybe they'll get to be friends this year, too. I can't wait to meet your owl!

Well, I guess I should go. I have a pile of homework waiting for me and I've got to figure out what it all means. Not that I wasn't listening in class -- I definitely was, 100%. I've just got to...refresh myself a bit. Your letter was the perfect way to spend my afternoon, though, and I hope you don't mind getting a reply back so soon. I'll try to give you more than a one-day break in the future!

See you soon!

Reducio

= pigpen code for hi eris

Adam Harringtom,
Boy’s Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower
6/9/19



My grandparents have always been harsh on me. But, I don’t think everything they talk about is wrong. Some of the stuff they say makes sense. Like, the stuff about muggleborns and how they could be dangerous. Like, my mum had muggle and wizard weapons. And, she turned out to be a horrid person. But, dunno. That’s stuff for another day. My hand hurts too much to be writing about such things. Besides, it’s nice to hear from you. I wouldn’t want to ruin that with talk about my grandparent’s ideologies.

Now, I’m going to be completely honest with you. I haven’t the faintest clue whatever the hell you’re trying to say with that strange drawing thing. If it’s that transfiguration alphabet or something from runes, I’ll be honest again. I don’t have the energy to even bother looking for my books. I’m just going to assume it says something about how I’m the best person ever and how you’re so glad to be my best friend.

Instead of codes, the easy thing to do would just change your name and pretend you were someone else. You know. You could be an elusive American Pureblood named Adam Harrington. My grandparents would eat it up. Or! We could run away to the mountains to escape our crazy families and live like hillbillies for the rest of our lives. That sounds like an option.

You could totally sneak past the Gargoyles. Do you think those ugly brutes are on the lookout for skinny blonde boys? They’re looking for real dangerous folks. Unless you grew even taller and more muscle-y over the summer, I don’t think you’re the type of person those gargoyles are gonna go after. As for the frying pan... I mean, come on! They also fall in love in the story, and then the prince goes blind. Not everything would happen in real life, silly. I don’t really remember ever watching the movie, but I know that much about the original story.

Blowing off homework sounds great. Honestly. We totally should do that! I would kill to skip History of Magic. That class is so boring. No spells, nothing but sitting and listening to some old guy talk for an hour. I think I’ve fallen asleep at least four times and we’ve only been in school for a few days. But, whatever. If we go down to the lake, we might even see the squid. I saw it once in my first year, but I think that was just my imagination.

But, since that squid never even comes out.. We should go to Hogsmeade this weekend. I could show you around, and everything! Last time I was there, I got detention. Which, sucked. At least now, I won’t get in trouble for being there. Honeydukes is sooo good. There’s so much candy in there. It’s practically heaven. And, the town itself is super pretty. Even though you don’t like that I went there, it means you have an official tour guide! Which, is pretty neat.

I don’t know about the kissing stuff, though. It feels like everyone is starting to date. I saw some second years snogging in the hall, the other day! Crazy, right? I think I’d like to have a boyfriend, or whatever that means. Just so that I could say I tried it out. But, who knows? I certainly don’t.

I’m glad Edmund came back to you in one piece. Owlbert is currently asleep next to me, so I think your bird is safe for the time being. An owl playdate sounds like a lovely idea, really. Maybe we could bring them to the lake, if we do go? I don’t trust Owlbert in Hogsmeade. He’d eat all the candy in Honeydukes.

But, good luck doing your homework. Hope to talk to you in person soon!

From,

Eris Fawley
Girls' Dormitory, Gryffindor Tower
9 September 2019

Yeah, you pretty much got the gist of the code. I didn't use those exact words, but I'm always glad to be your best friend -- and you've got a good shot at being the best person ever too. Even when I feel like I'm doing everything wrong, you make me feel a lot better. But don't make me regret saying that!

I don't know your grandparents very well, but I think that they're smart enough to see through a disguise like Adam Harrington, American pureblood. Or any fake name I could come up with, really. Plus, if they figured out that I was lying, they'd definitely send those gargoyles after me, skinny blond boy or not. We might have to go with your hillbilly plan, as long as I can still visit my mum from time to time. She needs at least one son that cares about her.

You know, I don't think skipping class is the kind of thing that's...allowed. Actually, I think it's definitely not allowed. But hey, neither of us are prefects anymore, are we? It sounds like the kind of thing that you have to do at least once, and a lot less intense than sneaking into Hogsmeade. I could never be brave enough to do that, but it did sound like an awful lot of fun. When we do it officially, I'd be happy to have you as my tour guide. As long as you're not worried about me slowing you down! My point is, I could be convinced to ditch a history lesson one of these days.

Did you really see two second-years kissing? That's insane. Aren't they way too young to be in love? I mean, I guess you don't technically have to be in love to snog someone, but it probably helps. I don't think I'd like to mess with that sort of stuff for a while, after all of that stuff with my dad. It would be a little weird to see you with a boyfriend, but I wouldn't stop you if got one. Couldn't stop you, really -- yeah, it's all strange. I'll just stick to "not thinking about it".

It sounds like you've got a very mischievous owl there, which is fitting for a very mischievous girl. Edmund's definitely the shy type, so it might take them some time to get along with each other, but I'm sure they can do it. I think they'd love the lake -- sounds like a great plan!

As much as I love writing letters to you, I really wish I could see you more than I have been. We've made a lot of plans, but I feel like I haven't said more than a sentence to you in person! The next time around, I'm going to hand-deliver my letter. Or I could just cut out the letter part and get right to the conversation. It didn't feel this hard to get back into the swing of things at the beginning of second year, did it? And that was when I was hiding a big secret. Kind of funny.

Reading this letter over, I realize how random it all seems. I'm getting worse and worse at putting my thoughts down into an order that makes sense, so a meeting in-person is definitely necessary. I can't wait to hear all about your summer and get you up to date on the stuff you might have missed while you were in the Fawleyverse.

See you soon,

P.S. is it gross at all if I say that I miss you? just in a friend way. I miss you

Adam Harringtom,
Boy’s Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower
10/9/19


I knew it! See, we don’t need a code. I can practically read your mind. I’m just glad you’re my friend. I don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for your constant friendship and whatnot. That sounds too cheesy but I’m running out of ink and don’t want to scratch it out. Although I am wasting more ink by explaining my thought process. So, I’m moving on.

We can bring your mum to the hills with us. Although, I’m sure Dean still cares about her. Dean used to be pretty great. Our first year of school, he forced us to be friends again, remember? You know, your dad messed up his life too. Maybe he’s just dealing with it differently. plus i really like him and want you to be friends again so i can see him for Christmas But, it’s whatever! If he’s an arse much longer, I’ll send him a howler for you. Did you know what a howler was? I learned about it this summer. Apparently, it's a magic letter that screams in your face when you open it! I think I’d like to send a howler to your dad. A very angry one.

You’re plenty brave enough. Not all of us are Gryffindors. You’re the smart one and I’m the brave one. But, I think you’re more brave than you give yourself credit for. You’ve been at Hogwarts for three years. That basically makes you one of the bravest people in the world, what with the way accidents tend to happen. But, I agree with your point. Let’s skip a class! Or just hang out. I’d like to hang out with friends. But, Max is back. Which is pretty fricking awesome! I know you guys don’t really like each other very much, or never met on good terms but just figured you’d want to know that he’s actually alive! I thought he was dead in a ditch or something. But, he is a second-year because he missed a whole year. That’s pretty weird.

On that note, second years are pretty damn weird. I did see two second years kissing! They were totally snogging. Made me question my own existence, to be honest. To think I spent all of last year being depressed when I could have been getting my boyfriend game on! But, I know what you mean. After the way my mum was.. I just wonder if I’ll ever even manage to have a stable relationship. I don’t wanna end up like her or my dad. It would be so weird to see you with a girlfriend. I don’t think I’d like--yeah, strange. Right.

Owlbert and Edmund better be best friends. That would be so funny. If we were best friends and then our owls were best friends? I’d love that. I wonder if owls can swim? I think I would like to try to see if owls could swim. I know Owlbert would try to swim. He’s kind of more of an idiot than me.

Just come talk to me, Adam! You know where to find me. Usually at the lake or quidditch area. Or anywhere, really. Use the map thing. Also, side note, I made the quidditch team! I’m a freaking seeker for Gryffindor! Isn’t that so cool? I think so. Maybe it’s harder because we’ve changed since second year? I dunno. Could just be that we’re too lazy to meet up. Teenager plague, you know?

See you soon!!,

P.S i miss you too. In just a friend way, of course. Can’t wait to see you ! :^)

Eris Fawley
Girls' Dormitory, Gryffindor Tower
11 September 2019

As I wrote the date on the top of this letter, I realized that it's been a week since I sent you the first one. More than a week, actually. Isn't that crazy? I also realized that I'm tired of writing letters.

That sounded very rude -- I considered scratching it out, but I thought that would look messy. What I meant is, I've been writing to you like you're my distant grandmother, not my best friend that lives in the same damn building. This is the millionth time I've talked about how ridiculous it is, but I really mean it. It's insane. So, what are your plans for breakfast tomorrow?

I still don't know what the policy is on table-hopping, but I'm willing to break a few small rules if you are. If we have to, that is. I still have some morals -- and oh, speaking of morals, I can tell you all about the talk I had with Max the other day. I think we're friends now, actually, or at least much closer. It was really nice!

So anyways, yeah, clear your schedule. I want to have breakfast with you, as long as you don't mind it. We can sit at Gryffindor or at Ravenclaw, whatever you want, and I can catch you up on all of the things that I don't have the energy to put down into writing. And you can do the same for me, since I'm sure there's a few things you might have left out of your letters, too. It'll be a nice break from the usual routine; I think I'm starting to take the food here for granted, and it's really good food. Having someone to share it with might remind me of that.

And ignoring any other reasons I might come up with, I really just want to hang out with you again. We can introduce our owls to each other when the post comes in, if we want! I didn't even think about that. Other than that, we can just talk and eat, though hopefully not at the same time.

I'm hoping our conversation will make up for this pathetically short letter, if you can even bring yourself to forgive me for writing so little. I know I wouldn't be able to. So, what do you think? Will you be my breakfast date?

Ew. Shouldn't have used that word. Too late to take it back though, unless I want to scratch it out...? No. That would just make you ask too many questions. Now I've completely ruined the end of my letter. In short: you, me, breakfast tomorrow? Let me know if you want to, or just track me down in the Great Hall when the time comes. I'll be on the lookout.

See you real soon,