Missing Home PV Bellamy Closed

  Making a letter was a regularity for him to write. He was never the one who sought it necessary to contact home as he had nothing much to say to them. He didn't do much during his first year here and it wasn't going to change much this year. Although this time he wanted, no needed to write a letter to write it. It was something, he that must be done as soon as possible as it wouldn't make sense to send this later, The message was alright but at least this would reach her, Bellamy regretted how he acted towards her when he left home again for Hogwarts. 

   This letter took hours for him to find the right words to say to her, after scraping eight letters, to be painfully precise, Bellamy actually made one sincere letter, It wasn't much but it was a letter wrote by him. "I hope this is enough," pleating the letter to make it fit the small envelope. As he trotted up the final steps to the opening in the tower, Bellamy made echoing clacks with his rumpled dress shoes that he treated like hiking shoes; he viewed every shoe that way. 

    Looking upon the numerous owls that resided in the musky hollow tower, the smell didn't bother him. He scanned every level for below to find his owl, the damn bird was always temperamental as it didn't always obey to his command, though lately, his sister told him that the winged chicken was actually responsive lately so he gave it shot. She noted if he held out his arm that he would come to him since he was obviously trained to know the family members, Bellamy just hoped it actually worked for him this time or else he'll just spend hours just looking for the damn bird. Raising his arm he strolled around the first floor assuming the winged chicken would see him from there, but that was a minute in and still didn't see any owl leaping from their perch to come to him. "Cette petite merde," Bellamy tried the second level of the tower, getting a level higher he was before. As he lazily reached the top still apparently holding out his arm a girl was there, sitting on the second-floor writing away on the rough surface of the floor. Her haired shined as metal would as it glimmered downward as he was closed in on the girl, her appearance was blissful like nature itself, at harmony and freeing. Lowering his arm from strain, he tucks his letter in his back pocket, giving a waving gesture, "Ugh Hi?" In those moments the waving seemed out of place for him to do though, 'Why am I saying Hi? I just came to send a letter. Where's that dang bird?' He gave it a good shot and stuck with it but only to the point where his hands receded into his front pockets.