The tiny, bedraggled owl landed in a heap on her windowsill. She ran to the window in excitement, retrieving the letter that was at least thrice the size of the poor creature left to carry it. She ripped open the envelope, pulling out a pieces of parchment, Her heart was beating in her throat as she began to read the letter, carefully written in a slanting script, the ink beginning to fade.
Dear Luna,
I wanted to tell you that I think you're beautiful. You're wonderfully quirky and interesting, the sound of your laughter sends shivers up my spine and just seeing you brightens my day. I love everything about you, from your gorgeous blonde hair to your spectre specs and radish earrings and bare feet. I fell for you the moment I met you, and somewhere inside me, I wished that I could see the Thestrals so that I would have something in common with you. But I guess we don't. You're wise and smart and can see the good in people that they themselves can't see. You're so much braver than everyone gives you credit for. I couldn't imagine life without my mother, but you've carried on, bright and full of life. You're wonderful Luna, don't you ever forget it.
Her hands were shaking as her eyes scanned the page. When she had finished reading, a tear had ran down her cheek and dropped off her chin, onto the page, smudging the ink. But the last few lines were still legible.
I don't know if I'll ever sent this to you, or if I'll ever admit how I feel about you. But when I do, please understand why I did.
I love you
Ron xx