Friendship through owls Charles

Date: February 14th, 2022
Time: 00:00 p.m.
From: Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
To: Dumstrang institute
@Henry Knight Charles Alluring

Dear Charles,
I can't tell you how long I have been sitting on this cold floor trying to put my thoughts into words. Gosh, it sounds so pathetic and actually I can only laugh at myself but to be honest I wish you were here now. I wish we could go back to that day in Diagon Alley.

But let's start with something good before I tell you about how ridiculous I am for crying. Do you remember the challenge where you asked me to hit someone? Right, the challenge I didn't complete that time. Well, you know I want to make you proud and what can I say, I hit someone today. Yes, you read correctly. I, Haley Rose, punched someone. With a fist to the nose.

And honestly, Charles, couldn't you have told me before that that hurt like hell?

You're probably wondering who the lucky guy is, how it happened, and that's the next point we're going to get to. The reason for a miserable Valentine's Day and a miserable crying Haley.

I'll try to be brief - Hogwarts + Valentine's Day = Valentines Dinner.
Valentines Dinner = Simon - Haley; Simon + AngelFyre.

Silly me, I finally figured it out tonight, Simon has fallen in love with someone new. Well, we had the pleasure of all sitting at the table together and ultimately the evening ended with a crying Haley, a bleeding nose and a break up.

I know I shouldn't show weakness, but Charles, it hurts. My heart hurts. My heart hurts and for hours I've been sitting on this cold floor, crying, trying to write you a letter and every time I throw the parchment away.

So my Challenge for you: Don't fall in love.

I wish you were here.

Haley R.

Dear Haley,

Punch Simon again Are you alright? Have the days gotten better? I wish this letter would arrive to you sooner, if only our schools were closer in distance or if owls were faster in speed.

Showing emotions and feeling heart broken isn't weakness, it's power. Use it, build it up and have it strengthen your next attack. The next time your on the quidditch pitch, imagine the opposing team is Simon and you'll fine that sudden rush of energy and power that you can do anything. Use your emotions and tears to strengthen yourself. Empower yourself, Haley.

Don't allow that prick to have the satisfaction of knowing thay your hurting or crying, take a breath and the next time you cross paths ignore him and pretend to be living your best life. Let him suffer with his new 'girlfriend' who perhaps you should let know of Simon's bad habits? Revenge is best served cold and lonely for the latter after all.

The first few times if you don't know how to then your fist tends to hurt, the next time we see each other I give you a pointer or two to keep you from hurting your hand.

Forget Simon, he is a worst and if he broke your heart then he isn't worth your time or love. You are amzaing, beauty and power combined with intelligence. You are amzaing and if Simon can't see that then he doesn't even deserve a look from you.

The next time Durmstrang vists Hogwart, I'll punch him and throw him into the lake maybe then he'll regret hurting you.

I'm striking your next challenge because I will never fall in love. I swear. I'm in love with two blokes, both Beauxbaton lads. One I'm dating but the other someone I fancy.

But I'm striking your challenge because you will find love once more. Trust me.

The next visit, I'll make sure you have a brillant time. Are you tossing your name into the goblet for the hexiwizard?

Your next challenge, Don't look at Simon and every time you cross paths laugh and smile, pretend to live your best life without him

Be With You Soon,
Charles A.

Date: February 26th, 2022
Time: 10:00 p.m.
From: Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
To: Dumstrang institute
@Henry Knight Charles Alluring

Dear Charles,

I apologise for my late reply, but the last few days have been difficult for me. Nevertheless, I was very happy to receive your letter. It has put a smile on my face for a long time without knowing what is written there. But much rather than writing this letter and reading yours, I would like to see you. It is a pity that Durmstrang does not want to accept Haley Rose.

Thank you for your words, but this power feels anything but power. I feel weak, but I try to turn the pain into power. But it is damn hard.

The next time I see him, I will have to pull myself together not to hit him again. Even though I love him.

I can't wait to get some private boxing lessons from you. Who knows, maybe I've discovered a new hobby through this experience? Although I rather doubt it, my knuckles still hurt, but I hope for his sake that his nose is no different.

Don't waste your energy on him. As much as I'd like to see him fly into the lake, like you said, he's not worth it. I want to forget him and put him out of my mind. Besides, he'll never regret it. I bet he's sitting in the Common Room right now with his new girlfriend and they're laughing and having fun and kissing. Ugh I could puke.

I'm sorry you're in love. And I'm sorry for whoever you're dating. It's kind of like Simon and me. I was the one who was dated and his new one was the one you fancy. A few weeks ago I would have written to you that love is a good and great thing, but I can't do that anymore. Someone is going to get hurt.

I will really try to have a good time with you, but I really can't promise you. I'm unbearable. Regarding the Goblet...I thought about it, but then I thought about what happened in the past. Not just back at the tournament, but here at Hogwarts. All the attacks, explosions, kidnappings. I thought it was too dangerous, but now I don't care. Really Charles, I don't care how dangerous it could be. So, yeah, I'm thinking of throwing my name in the goblet. I assume yours has already been thrown in the goblet?

Thanks for the challenge, which is really easy at the moment as I hardly ever run into anyone outside of class. But soon we will have lessons together again and the thought of it makes me want to throw up again. But I will do my best. I will not show any weakness towards him.

My dear Charles, you will curse me, but your next challenge is for the sake of future broken hearts - let your heart make a decision. Listen to your heart, who you really love and let go of the poor boy who is not.

Wish you were here,
Haley R.

Dear Haley,

Hopefully durmstrang will visit again, I wish to be there to. Maybe, I could you inside durmstrang or you could aneak me inside hogwarts?

It's going to hurt for a while. Trust me. It's going to be painful and most days your going to feel like not doing anything but it will get better. Maybe, not for a week or month or five months but it will get better. And that day that it will get better then that's the day the pain becomes power and you become stronger. Powerful.

I'm shoving him into a lake. I don't care. He deserves it and I wanted to do it before when you wouldn't let me....

Boxing lessons, promise next visit to hogwarts but if you do come across Simon, bite your cheek and walk past him. Ignore him. Focus on your friends. And actually, next holiday I promise to take you on a weekend of fun. Just us.

The golbet? You have to ask, YES I'll be throwing my name in but when you do. Jusr be careful alright? I don't want to see you hurt.

As for my heart, I lost touch with both. My boyfriend and crush, both have been freed from chaos. From me So, no worries, it's for the best and I'm fine there is no pain for me.

For your next challenge, try for one day not to think of the heartbreaker and do something fun with your friends.

Love,
Charles A.

From: Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
To: Dumstrang institute
@Henry Knight Charles Alluring

My dear Charles,

somehow it's funny and crazy that I still call you my dear, even though you ignored my last 100 or so letters but I love you. I love you as a big brother, you have a special place in my heart and I guess that will never change.

After Summer Camp was over, I just thought you were busy and eventually I would get an answer. But as more and more time passed, I started to wonder. I wrote the next letter - no reply. And another - again without a reply. And so the whole game went on for a while. But why am I telling you this? After all, you know this yourself, after all, the letters went to you.

Again and again and more often I began to spend my free minutes trying to answe this one question: Why don't you answer me?

Why Charles? I spent hours and hours trying to answer that one stupid question, but I couldn't find one. Even now, as I write these lines, I hope that an answer from you is on its way to me and that your words will explain everything to me. But I resolved to stop hoping. Not working out so well yet, is it?

The more I thought about it, the wilder theories came into my head. At first I had cursed the owls, maybe they had lost your letters or maybe they had lost mine and you hadn't received them. But at some point this theory seemed silly, so many letters simply could not have been lost on the way. Then, of course, there was the consideration that you were simply busy at the moment. This thesis had turned out to be silly much more quickly. I mean you're Charles, you didn't care how busy you were or whether something was required of you. If you wanted to write a letter, you would.

But what was it then? For a long time I wondered if I had done something wrong. Whether you might be angry with me? If you just don't want to have anything more to do with me? And if I'm honest, that thought tore a little hole in my heart. Charles, you're my best friend. You're like a big brother to me and you're one of the few people I don't want to miss in my life. But now I sit here and it's exactly what I do. I miss you.

As much as I thought about it, I couldn't think of anything I could have done to upset you so much. And if I did, please tell me and let me make it up to you.

The last theory is the one I had been avoiding for as long as possible. Until it was no longer possible to banish these thoughts from my mind. What if you don't answer me because you can't anymore? What if something has happened? What if something has happened to YOU? Charles, that thought hurts too much. I'd much rather have you hate me. That you would want no more contact with me out of hatred than if anything had happened to you.

My dear Charles, this will be my last letter to you. I force myself to draw a line here and I hope (I know I didn't want to do it anymore) that I don't have to. Because I will receive a letter from you explaining everything and suddenly it all makes sense.

But before I send this letter, I want to thank you one last time for everything you have done for me. You were there for me in a dark time. You protected me, supported me and showed me new things. You helped me discover a new side of myself and let it be. You have enriched my life in your very own way.

Thank you.

With love - then, now and always

Haley Rose