Dear Dad, Dear Mom

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Maggie was writing to her parents.

It had been a long time since she had heard from her parents. Her father hadn’t written to her since she came here, and her mother had yet to write her back from her last letter, which she had written a month ago. At least she had written. Maggie’s father hadn’t yet. Though she was sure he would! Of course he would he was just… busy. Because he worked for the Ministry. There was a completely reasonable explanation for why he hadn’t answered yet. So she would just have to write again.

Dear Dad,
I haven’t heard from you in a while, how are you doing? Things here are going well, I got an O on my potions essay, it was 3 and a half feet long. It’s so weird that they measure the essays in length instead of words or paragraphs or something, when I was talking about my five paragraph essays, the kids all seemed to weirded out. I’m really good at charms too, I’m getting an E in charms. I think you’d really be proud of me, I’m doing really well in all of my classes and I’m learning all sorts of magic stuff. I have a phoenix feather wand, which is apparently a really rare wand core. I told you that in my last letter but I don’t really know if you’ve been getting these.

I’m in Ravenclaw, and the door asks you a riddle for you to enter, and I’m really good at them. The owls that send letters are so cute and friendly, there’s this one school barn owl named Hayley (like hay, like in a barn, get it) and she’s really sweet. I think the kids here are really nice, and there are also muggle-borns and pure-bloods. I’m a half-blood because you’re a wizard and mom’s a muggle. It’s really strange calling mom a muggle, since she’s just normal. I’m friends with these two girls, Riley and Tina, they’re both in Ravenclaw with me.

Riley is a pure-blood, Tina is a muggle-born, and I’m a half-blood so we have one of each. We call ourselves The Raven Girls and we all have nicknames for each other. Did you have any friends in Hogwarts when you were a kid? We wear robes every which is so weird, I’m honestly starting to miss jeans. Well, I miss you. It kinda puts into perspective how much time it’s been since our last weekend together, huh? Write back soon please.

Much Love,

Your Daughter Maggie


Dear Mom,
How’re things at the school? Could you send more funny test answers, I laughed a lot at them last time. Have you seen any new movies recently? We aren’t allowed to have electronics in this boarding school, so I haven’t seen any movies since I moved here. They let kids keep pets here too, so there are cats and frogs and rats running around everywhere. It’s kinda awesome. I’m doing really well, I’m getting high marks in all of my classes and I’m making a lot of new friends too! The classes are really fun too, way more fun than Miss Richman’s maths class ever was.

We have these uniforms with these weird robe things, and I’ve been missing jeans so much. They also have these quills we have to write with and I’ve been missing pencils so much, because the quills keep splotching. It’s a really weird school, but I like it here.

There’s this sport they have, but they have this thing where if you catch the thing called the snitch, you get an insane amount of points and the game ends which is like so odd. How is anything the other players do relevant if you have what is basically an automatic win?

Anyway, I also wanted to tell you about my friends. There’s Riley Bluescar, she’s really nice and has blue eyes and then there’s Tina Carille, she’s really bubbly and she has brown eyes. It’s really fun because I have one blue eye and one brown eye, so I’m basically in the middle. We call ourselves ‘The Raven Girls’. It’s really fun. I love you a whole lot mom and I hope you write soon. Also, do you know why dad hasn’t written me yet? I keep sending him letters, but he hasn’t written me back. I look forward to your letter mom.

Much Love,
Maggie

Maggie finished the letter with a flourish and a heart, a small smile playing at her lips. She rolled the letters up and walked over to Hayley the barn owl. Maggie scratched the owl behind the ear before tying her father’s letter to her leg, watching as she flew off. She did the same with her mother’s letter, securing it to the leg of a snowy owl and giving the white bird. Few head pats before it flew off. She sighed softly as she stared at the birds flying away, before turning on her heel and walking back down the staircase and out of the Owlery.