A/N: Hello, hello! I know, this story might appear to be a bit short. This was a Letters' Challenge placed by my good friend and beta, cherryredxx, and the challenge was to write an entire fic that could only be comprised of letters/notes/messages. No real concrete actions. It was definitely a challenge to write, but it was fun. For those who are wondering where's the last chapter of I Wish To Be Popular, its on its way. I just want to build up the wait and give you guys a taste of my other creative vices.

In this story, there is no definite amount of time in the war, so don't look for one. It is simply as it is. I hope you enjoy!

Ginevra,

While it may be hard for you to understand now, you must realize that this is for your own good.

The place that you've awaken in should suit your every need. I've ensured that the bed has been layered with the softest of silk. It's emerald because it matches well against your creamy skin and your fiery red hair. The vanity holds the highest quality soaps and lotions, and the wardrobe on the corner is charmed to produce cloth from the finest of seamstresses around the world in exactly your body's shape. Simply wish for what you desire to wear and it will be provided for you. The loo is expanded to fit the largest bath I could find, multiple taps giving way to lush bath gels and shampoos. Candles are placed around the bath as well, for your pleasure, and the towels will always be prepared for you when you are done. Toiletries are nothing for you to be concerned about - they will be provided whenever you need to restock.

The one thing you will notice is the lack of a door. While this must frighten you in the beginning, do know that it's for your protection that neither anyone can come in, nor you can come out. The room is specifically charmed to only allow certain visitors to enter and leave by Portkey, and as of now, I am the only one in possession of it. Your meals will always arrive at the specific times listed below:

-Breakfast is at Eight AM sharp.

- Lunch is at Two PM sharp.

- Dinner is at Eight PM sharp.

The meals will remain for exactly one minute after the allocated time. Should you choose not to eat within that time frame, the meals will promptly disappear in order to avoid waste. My advice to you is to eat when the times have arrived, lest you go hours without any true nourishment. I've commanded for the meals to have a grand menu, so you will never eat the same meal twice. It is a luxury I feel that one in a position as you are is entitled to.

Owls will come to you every so often, and you are allowed to write back. Should your letters be addressed to questionable people, they will not be sent. My advice is to keep your letters short, prompt, and friendly. You are in a very delicate position right now, even if you do not understand. You may ask for items, such as books, to help pass the time. Do not ask for help. Do not try to escape. Simply live, Ginevra.

If it has not crossed your mind by now, I will reiterate this to you. You are, by technicality, a prisoner of war. Yet, instead of what was originally planned for you, I have managed to stretch my hand far and use most of my favor to ensure that, for your own good, you have been placed in the safest and most comfortable of cells. It is the least that I could do, and for my reasons alone, I have done this.

Signed,

D. Malfoy.

P.S: I'm sorry.