This is for autumn-stars. Merry Christmas! :D
Dear Teddy,
What the hell is wrong with you? Next time an explanation will be required before you kiss me. But for today, I need one now. You have an hour, including flight time for Colette. I won't be at the castle by then. I'm in compartment twelve. I'm not mad, I just want some information. And PLEASE remember to give Colette a biscuit or something, she'll bite you otherwise. ONE HOUR.
Thanks,
-V
Dear Victoire,
Don't be mad, okay? I just… I don't even know. Maybe we can just move on now?
-T
Dear Teddy,
Yeah, because I'm going to let you get away with "maybe we can just move on." Does that honestly sound like something I'm about to do? No. I'm not kidding. You're my best friend, Teddy, but seriously. You should know me better.
-V
Dear Victoire,
Look, I'm sorry. There isn't much to tell. I don't know what I was thinking, it was stupid. It doesn't matter. It meant nothing.
-T
P.S. Your bird bites really hard, you know that?
Dear Victoire,
Are you dead or something? Why haven't you been writing? Please reply.
-T
Dear Victoire,
It's been six weeks. I don't live that far from the school, and there haven't been any snow storms delaying flight. Why are you avoiding me?
-T
Dear Victoire,
If I don't get a reply back in a week, I'm going to fly to the castle, climb in through the window, and kidnap you until you write back.
-T
Teddy,
It meant that little to you?
-V
Dear Victoire,
Of course, what are you talking about?
-T
P.S. I'm glad you're alive.
Dear Teddy,
This is Nicole. What the HELL is wrong with you? Could Vicky have made it any clearer she is totally and absolutely in in love with you? She's been moping for weeks! Finally, I took the liberty of going through her mail and what do I find but a stack of letters from YOU explaining in extraneous detail that you do not at ALL care for her in that fashion. And I KNOW you do, Teddy, I've been your friend for years! Fix this.
-Nicole Pratchet
Dear Nicole,
Are you serious? She's been…Oh, god, are you serious? Okay, umm…well, look. I don't exactly excel at reading emotions. You know that. Please tell me she isn't that upset? What do I do? I mean…well, okay, you're right. I do feel that way. Don't tell her? No, seriously. Don't tell her.
Thanks,
-T
Dear Teddy,
ADMIT YOU LOVE HER, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT! WHY ARE YOU WRITING TO ME?
-Nicole Pratchet
Dear Nicole,
Right. On it.
-T
Dear Victoire,
Look, I didn't mean it that way. It came out wrong. Completely wrong. I think now I'd better be honest, because this whole "lying" isn't working out as well as I'd hoped. So, honestly? It did mean something. It meant a lot, actually. Kissing you. And it wasn't an accident. It wasn't some sort of misunderstanding; it wasn't because I wasn't in my right mind. I miss you, and I mean every word. I'm going to send this immediately, before I lose my nerve and toss it in the fireplace.
Love,
Teddy
Dear Teddy,
You're sure?
-V
Dear Vctoire,
I'm positive.
Love,
-T
Dear Teddy,
Took you long enough.
Love,
Victoire
XOXO