Dear Mom,

I miss you greatly! Gabriel grows more and more anxious for your return as well…I think he misses kissing you everyday. But don't tell him I wrote you that, he'd never forgive me. I miss talking to you…Gabriel is awesome to talk to, and he does give good advice, but he's not you Mom. You still give me the best advice and tell it to me straight.

Gabriel is beating the crap out of me in training. You'll be pleased to know (maybe not) that I have successfully learned how to conjure small things, like eating utensils. Beyond butter knives I have not been able to conjure anything else—not even weapons. Gabriel is puzzled by it, but not worried; I'm just down right frustrated. It doesn't make any sense to me. If I can visualize the object I wish to conjure, and I focus my energy on it then why can't it appear? It's like there is some kind of block in my brain preventing me from conjuring anything larger then a pound. At least I can make conjure nice dinnerware, I suppose.

Also Mom, I have something to ask you—and I haven't told Gabriel yet because I don't want him to freak out. Do you have visions, Mom? Is that some sort of power that you manifest besides conjuring, and telepathy? I only ask because I've been having these crazy dreams about Peter Pettigrew standing over my as I lay in an arm chair, swaddled in blankets like I'm a baby. The room were in is old and dusty—like the Shrieking Shack, but it's not the Shack, it's better furnished and elegant; but still old and dusty. There's a fire burning in the grate in the room and I keep calling Pettigrew Wormtail in this horrible cold voice. I'm just not sure what it means…if it's a dream or a vision of some kind? Is that possible? I'm not too worried about it—I haven't had the dream in a few days, but I just thought I would ask.

Did Gabriel tell you that he got us tickets to the Quidditch World Cup? I'm so excited to go, Mom. I know Quidditch has never been our thing, but the experience is going to be amazing. It's a chance to expose myself to some more English wizarding culture. No one at school believed me that Quidditch wasn't such a big deal in Maine.

By the way, Hector is doing awesome. He managed to destroy the entire backyard one day because Gabriel and I went to Diagon Alley. He's not a happy camper when I leave him alone—Gabriel was furious. I don't think I've ever seen him so mad. But we managed to put the yard back together—no serious damage was done. Hector is huge. Fully grown. He eats a thirty pound turkey a day. Gabriel says we have to figure out something else to feed him because buying all those turkeys is killing him.

Mom, I have to run. Gabriel keeps a very strict schedule about my training. We run a mile every morning and do hundreds of push ups and sit ups. Gabriel can't be mad at me when I start to get boyfriends—because all this working out is making me really attractive and it's his fault. I sent you a picture of us from yesterday after training!

I love you Mom, please be safe and come home soon!

Carrigan

Avery,

I'm writing to you today shortly only to tell you that something is going on with Carri. She won't talk to me about it and I have yet to push the subject—but yesterday while practicing Occlumency she could not block me and I saw a images of Pettigrew leaning over her as she lay in an arm chair, weak and tired. She called him Wormtail and spoke with a cold voice—I think I know what this means, but I wanted to share with you. I will speak to her if it happens again, I fear that she shares a connection like you.

Gabriel.

Carrigan,

I was happy to receive your letter today and I love the picture that you sent me of you and Gabriel. I can't wait to come home and see you—you've grown so much since I saw you last. I have to keep this letter short because I'm about to pick up on a few clues I discovered last night.

First of all, the ability to conjure maybe related to your age. Don't focus on the issues you're having, just keep practicing. I promise the ability to conjure mountains will come to you in time. Secondly, Gabriel physically trains you hard so that your body is prepared for anything. When you've trained well you should be able to take a punch to the gut without it affecting you—like Gabriel. That man is all muscle, only a severe beating gets to him.

Now, concerning these dreams. I don't want to write too much about it in a letter but Gabriel did write to me about. He understands what it is and can help you with it. Please, speak to him. Anytime you have one of these dreams tell him and keep practicing Occlumency, it will help prevent the dreams. It is very important Carrigan, please do not take the Occlumency lessons lightly.

Have fun at the World Cup, and please be safe.

I love you very much.

Mom

PS. Have you heard from your Father?

Gabriel,

Told Carri to talk to you. How long has Bertha Jorkins been missing?

Avery