"Hermione‽ Hermione, an owl's here for you!"
She set down Break with a Banshee and went downstairs and into the kitchen. There she found a gray mess of a bird flopped on the kitchen counter. She untied the letter from Errol's leg and shooed the massive bird out.
"Mom, it's gone" she called into the living room as she walked back up the stairs into her room. Hermione loved her room; it was an escape from the blinding all-whiteness of the rest of the house. She had painted it a deep brown just for this reason. Hermione put the letter on her wooden desk and opened it. It was very short she noticed before she actually read it. She gasped and closed her eyes. Hermione sank into the chair and put her head into her hands. This can't be happening. A lump rose in her throat, and she fought it for a while, but eventually it overcame her, and her world went blurry. Her tears fell on the parchment, all over the words he had printed so unknowingly, with no way of knowing what it would do to her.
"I love you"