The Letters, a het huis anubis/house of anubis fanfic

(I own only plot.)

The Letter

A/N: This is a oneshot I've had in mind for the last three days. If you don't like, don't read. You have been told.

The day of the students' final goodbye dawned with heavy grey clouds. Everyone was miserable. Victor had left the previous night and he had been hurt by leaving. He had been through a lot in that house. Everything from his childhood had been there. His father had left him there to rot, his friends had vanished from him. He'd been alone for thirty years. Then he'd hired Trudy, who had even been bubbly and bouncy when she was eighteen, someone who had greatly improved his life. She had made him provide the house for teenagers, which had driven him mad when they started snooping. He only put up with them because he knew how it felt to be lonely. And now, on a plane, leaving that house, those people forever. He thought of how they'd say goodbye later that day, with hugs and kisses and tears. He thought of that house, occupied by only Trudy for the entire summer. She'd taken his place as the loner now. She'd often spent her summer at home with her family. He'd always envied her for having a family who supported her, who were still there for her. But now, she couldn't go back, because Mr Sweet had instructed her to stay. He sighed and looked at his dead raven. "Oh, Corbierre. To think, this stupid Touchstone is the reason I had to leave. It's the reason that poor woman can't go home."

In the house, Trudy woke up with a feeling of darkness spreading through her. "This is it. I have to say goodbye now. My babies are all going out into the adult world and... And I'll never see them again." She whispered and felt tears falling. She wiped her cheeks and tried to put that thought out of her mind. Saying goodbye to the kids she'd known, loved and in some ways, raised for the last five years. Or in Jerome's case, twelve. She wrapped her bathrobe around herself and glanced at the mirror. She sighed. She had pillow hair, her eyes were red and sleepy, her lips were dry and cracked. She got ready for a shower, wishing she was one of those people who could wake up flawless. Like the kids on a Sunday morning, who woke up with flawless hair and bright eyes. She envied their stunning looks. She couldn't push the thought of saying goodbye out of her mind. She hated washing her hair, it was always too tangled. After her shower, she gave her teeth a scrubbing and rinsed. It drove her mad to think that she would lose her lovelies within just a few hours. She felt sick. She grabbed the hairdryer and began to dry her hair. It was doing her head in, hearing her own thoughts. Eventually, she grabbed her hairbrush, looked at her reflection and said "Be strong. For them."

Mara Jaffray was awake as soon as she heard the sizzle of frying bacon. She loved it when Trudy made bacon. It was only for special occasions, so the students only ever got bacon on their birthdays. It was always crispy, no slimy, fatty bits. It was fried in specially bought meat dripping, which Trudy seasoned a tiny bit. WIth bacon usually came a full English breakfast with toast and her homemade waffles and maple syrup and freshly squeezed orange juice. Suddenly, a new aroma reached Mara. Stewing apples! She was stewing apples to make apple juice! Mara ran a brush through her hair and threw on her flannel robe. She shot to the housekeeper, who was grateful to have put on waterproof makeup. "Trudy! Good morning."

"Good morning, my lovely. Breakfast isn't quite ready yet." The older woman said with a bright smile.

Mara saw the sadness behind her smile and hugged her. "I'll miss you, you know. It's not going to be the same without you."

"I know, it won't be the same without you, either, my lovely."

Mara knew when Trudy was upset. She always had. Half an hour later, the other teens walked in. Fabian looked like he'd scarcely slept, Joy looked excited, Willow was her cheery self, KT was smiling, Patricia was cuddled up with Eddie, whose eyes were locked on the food. Alfie and Jerome were impressed. Cassie, Erin and Dexter were already gone. They'd left the night before. "Wow, Trudy." Jerome smiled at the woman who had practically raised him.

Alfie asked "How much are you actually going to miss us?!"

Eddie said "Trudy, I think I love you!"

The girls laughed. Only Fabian didn't comment. Joy said "You're amazing, Trudy."

"What she said!" Patricia smiled.

"Trudy, your cooking is brilliant!" KT beamed.

Willow said "Ooh... Sad vibes."

"More bad vibes?" KT asked.

"No, sad. Not bad. They're sad."

"Well, duh, Willow. We're leaving. We're bound to be upset." Patricia told her.

"It's coming strongly from... There! Trudy?" Willow looked in the direction her arm was pointing, then looked at the caring housekeeper. "Are you OK?"

She looked at the girl and shrugged. "As OK as I'm going to get today."

Willow sensed that it was to do with them leaving. Jerome felt her pain. While the kids ate, Trudy was watching them. She saw them laugh and joke about. She grabbed paper, a pen and an envelope. She began to write. Her letters of goodbye to the kids.

To my little Fabian,

You have always been such a sweet boy. I remember you being a
tiny eleven year old, glasses and round cheeks with an astronomy
book that was almost too heavy for you to hold in front of your face.
You didn't like to talk and you scarcely ate that first day, reading
through the meal. The others made some comment that annoyed you
and you came out with the most intelligent thing I'd ever heard from
an eleven year old. I remember you meeting Nina, how sweet it was
when you tried to talk to her. That little stutter was so cute. You
always gave everyone in this house a reason to smile. And I
will not ever forget you. You are one of my babies and I love you.