End of Last Chapter
To my best friend, Adrian Nicole Danvers,
I'm so so sorry.
Ki Nickels
Okay, so this is important! I'm changing Adrian's birth day to May 6th so Caleb and the boys aren't quiet two years older than her. And in Muggle school, she skipped a grade so she would have been in their grade.
Enjoy the story!
That letter was a mystery to me, and as I sat in the Great Hall one morning, a week before Christmas break, it consumed my every thought.
"So, Seb and I are going to meat our parents in Paris before going with them to our lodge in Brussels, and so I'll be spending the break shopping and I was wondering if you wanted anything," Shawn spoke from across the table.
"Huh… Oh, sure! Yeah like a scarf or something. Oh, leather gloves!" I told her. She laughed, rolling her eyes at my love for anything leather.
"Albus Dumbledore," an older voice spoke from the entrance of the Great Hall. I turned to see Gorman standing there and knew immediately that something had happened. Or I was in a shit load of trouble. I'd guess the later.
"Gorman, my old friend it's been ages," Dumbledore greeted my family's care taker. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Gorman walked the front and quietly conversed with his "old friend" before passing Headmaster a letter and turning around. He looked over the room, his eyes landing on me, and walking out of the Great Hall. As he passed me he gave me his signature "you're coming with me" look.
I shot out of my seat, following him with my hands clasped behind my back.
"Your…things have already been taken to the house. And it is my job to take you home," he told me not turning around once.
"Why? There's still a weak of school left." I wondered.
"Something has happened and your mother thought I'd be in everyone's best interest if you returned home earlier than planed."
~Three days later~
When I returned home, I was…I was told that Ki had…had had leukemia and had…died. I couldn't stop crying for a very long time. Come her funeral, I still hadn't stopped crying.
Tyler, Pogue, and Caleb had tried comforting me, but Reid was the only one who had been able to. Reid stayed with me the whole time, and I basically clung to him.
Come the funeral, I had just about run out of tears. No more came.
I wore an outfit that showed my already defined cures. It was winter, and snowy, but my dress was a black satin mini dress with a ruffled hem, a sweetheart neckline, a dropped waist, tulle layers at hem, a zip fastening through back and is fully lined in silk-blend georgette by D&G, and I wore Marc Jacobs eyelet-embellished flat leather boots. I wore a trench coat and carried an Alexander McQueen clutch. My accessories consisted of a silver-plated pewter elasticized spiked cuff with Swarovski crystal embellishment, a sterling silver plated multi-strand pearl necklace with hand-sewn jet silk ribbon and hand-set glass and resin mix, Rosa Damasca ruthenium-plated earrings, black crystal filigree flower and butterfly crystal brooch, a pearl flower chain belt, a square onyx and diamond webbed ring in 10K white gold, a pearl brass bracelet, and a blackened silver lace bracelet.
Reid eyed me from the bottom of the stairs, but as he took in my outfit, his eyes widened beyond belief.
"…." Reid stammered some nonsense, almost speechless before composing then selves. "You…look…stunning. You're eleven, and I am…finding that very hard to believe."
"Fess up, Garwin. You have the hots for a almost twelve year old," I teased.
"What ever, Danvers. You still have a couple of months to go"
Dear Ki,
Letter #98
I know your dead. I watched your casket get lowered into the ground, and then cover your grave. But…I can't help but write to you. I won't send these that would only prove to everyone that I've gone off the deep end. I'll probably leave these at your grave when I get back for the summer.
I miss you, though you told me not to. But I can't forget you, Ki. We've known each other since we were five. You were my first girl best friend. Remember when we coated the dance floor in oil and watched as the rest of our dance class tried staying balanced? Or when we terrorized my Spanish tutor? I know you told me to forget you, but… this is more like a diary. One that I don't have to fell like a good girl to write. You know me, only good girls write in diaries because only good girls have time, and I refuse to since to the Weasly chicks level.
I'm back at Hogwarts. If that's what you what you want to talk about, but I have something juicer.
Reid has the hots for me. And I've…been in love with him since I was six. But Reid's the type of guy who if my pencil sharpener had a skirt I'd have to hide it from him.
Something's wrong with the Weasly chick. I can tell. She's not acting like…a regular person. She'll sneak out of the dorms at night, thinking she's not being watched. And I dout that she's whore enough to be sneaking into the guys dorms.
I told Shawn about it. I think we'll follow her out tonight.
Go to go,
Miss you terribly,
Adrian N. Danvers.
Dearly departed Ki,
Letter #99
I know that months have passed since the event, but it still feels like it happened just hours ago. But to me it did.
Shawn and I followed Ginny only to have Seb join us in our pursuit.
And then the shit started to go bad.
We watched her kill the games keeper's rosters. We didn't follow her back immediately, too stunned for words. When we returned into the castle, we saw… Remember the giant snake tail I told you I saw? Well we saw it again…in a mirror. And…Seb is pathetic. He screamed like a little girl and the snake turned. And we ran. Only we were still looking into the mirror, like morons, and the last thing I remember is a set of yellow eyes.
Needles to say, there are just some things you can't go through with out becoming friends over. So Seb and I have become closer, but we'll still probably fight like cats and dogs.
And when they un-petrified me, Harry was with Granger. I felt no connection to him before, but I'm kind of sad. His supposed to be my brother, and he hasn't ever cared.
Anyways, I'm too tired to write more.
Eventfully,
Adrian N. Danvers.
Oh my Ki,
I could totally hyperventilate right now! Reid was…different all today. He could barly speak in coherent sentences to then he just asked me to be his date to Tyler's mom's weding. I, of course, said (more like squealed) yes. I'm so happy right now.
Got to go get rid of some energy,
So happy,
Adrian N. Danvers
P.S. Letter #115
"Thank you for letting me escort your daughter, Mr. Danvers," I herd Reid tell my dad as I slid on my white flats. My dress was lavender and cut off before the knee, and my jewelry was all heart shaped. My nails were painted the same color as my dress and I had a purple scarf and a lace umbrella. And sunglasses.
As I placed my headband on, I could hear two distinctly different footsteps coming towards my room. I turned in time to see my father and Reid come into the room. My dad looked closer to 60 than to his actual age, and Reid was his normal blond self only in a tux and missing his usual fingerless gloves. So I guess Reid wasn't his normal self at all.
"My, my, my…" my dad whispered with a smile on his face as he looked at me.
"You look beautiful, Miss Danvers," Reid told me, walking up and offering me his hand. I took it and he raised mine to his lips, kissing my knuckle gently.
"And you, Mr. Garwin, are looking quiet handsome in that monkey suit," I told him, blushing for the first time in years.
"Well," my father mused, "if I'm not mistaken, I could have sworn we have a wedding to get to."
At the weddingReid and I sat with Caleb and Pogue during the ceremony. We were the quietist any one of us had been in a while (well minus Professor Binns's class). Tyler was up towards the front of the aisles with his family.
During the reception, the five of us sat at a table with my parents, Mrs. Garwin, and Pogue's family.
"May I have this dance?" Reid asked me after we had eaten.
"Why, of course, kind sir," I replied, giving him my hand.
He pulled me out to the dance floor, and we danced for awhile with out talking. After the sixth song came on, I started to snicker.
"What's so funny, A?" Reid asked me looking at me puzzled as we waltzed.
"The last time we waltzed together, you wouldn't lead, we ended up fighting, I purposely stepped on your foot, and ran to my dad blaming it all on you," I explained. "Don't let that happen again, Mr. Garwin, your mothers around this time."
"Well I think you have it wrong, Miss Danvers. You stomped on my foot," he teased.
"Like I said, don't let it happen again."
"Oh, I don't plan to."
Dear Ki,
Letter #134
This summer was amazing. Tyler's mom married her late husband's brother, I danced the night away with Reid, and I got to spend the summer at home with family. It was awesome. Between having campouts in the back yard, picnics in the park, watching plays on Broadway, and having tea parties on the weekend, I'm going to miss all of it.
We're going to have to fake dad's death this year. He's looking to old to be in his late thirties. I feel bad for him. He's not going to be able to go to Caleb's swim meets, or work, or even leave the house. He needs to stop using, but I know he won't. He was better this summer apparently. Not that mom's surprised. She thinks it was because I was around.
Anyways, mom's brother escaped Wizarding Pirson. He's the first to have ever done so, too.
They say he's out to murder Harry, but mom says the reporters have it wrong. She thinks he's innocent, as I've been raised to believe.
This year is bound to be fun, but I still miss you terribly.
I have to go pack. The Hogwarts Express leaves in five days, though I can wait unlike some people. I'm going to miss Ipswich.
Love ya,
Adrian N. Danvers
