To my dearest Hedwig.
I am free at last. As I write this I know that you are gone but my beloved familiar I cannot let you fall far from my thoughts.
I ran away not that long ago I couldn't take it, I couldn't be myself there, and the expectations placed on The Boy Who Lived were killing me.
They expected me to marry Ginny. That is a laugh. It was never going to happen. Seeing as I was more interested in Bill than I was her. Seeing as I was a male as she is.
I am now living in America in the town in Lawrence in the state of Kansas I work odd jobs and own a shop in town there are occult items of a non-dangerous manor in my possession mostly protection charms and spells. I work as an herbalist they are normally potions to cure ailments all under the guise of herbal remedies.
I often sell my herbal spells at my shop, along with sleeping aids and the like and trinkets and jewellery to ward off spirits with evil intent and demon possession. Along with vegetables foods containing things that will grow in humans like an immunization shot.
It eventually grows strong enough to kill demons and not send them back to hell. The ingredient also repairs the body of any harm that is caused when ridden by a demon. They only need to ingest it once and once it is in the blood it grows and lays dormant until needed.
I often read the fortunes of those who ask be it via tarot or my crystal ball or by tea leaves.
I must go my beloved friend, as I need to find the face paints for the Midsummers Eve festival I shall write again later my beloved friend but right now I need to go.
Love forever by beautiful familiar.
J.L Potter.
