Ron was absolutely bewildered with their head of house. Was this how his dad felt when he had to do some obscure mission because of something he did against orders? If so, he had a lot more respect for his dad and Aunt Tasha than he did before for consistently going to only mostly follow orders.

He didn't want to be involved in the school, despite being sent there. But he supposed, that being involved with whatever this broom game thing was, would make him busier, making time go by faster. And time going faster meant seeing his dad sooner. So avoiding too much trouble, and getting a time waster wasn't the worst he could do. And he wrote as much to his dad.

'Dear Dad,

I'm not liking writing with this stupid feather thing. It looks stupid when I print like you taught me. Well... I guess you can see that. Mione said she's going to teach me cursive soon. Apparently it doesn't look have as bad with all the loops.

It's not so bad here. It's definitely not home. Everything is made of stone and really old. This place is even haunted. I've seen some ghosts dad. We've got one for my dorm called Nearly Headless Nick. I heard from some older kids he was going to be beheaded but it didn't go right. Wonder what that has to do with Gryffindors?

Oh right. Remember how you tried to listen in on how school was going to go? Apparently those four houses were just a way to seperate students. Guess how they do it!

They stick an old smelly hat on your head and places you in one of them.

Really.

I ended up with Mione and Neville in Gryffindor. I also made a friend. His name is Harry and he's a celebrity. I think. Some of the students are calling him The Boy Who Lived. I really don't get it.

Do you dad? Wait. I guess not. Must be a wizard thing. Mione tried to explain it to me but it didn't make any sense. Something about a magical terrorist trying to kill him and failed. Neville told me it was the terrorist's followers were the ones who probably kidnapped me. Dad I-'

Ron stopped For a moment and began to cross out the last paragraph. He didn't want his dad to worry about what had happened when he was a baby. And while it was mentioned in court, he didn't want to address it. He then began writing a bit more uplifting message.

'He's still not as famous as Tony though. Hey, message me when you can. And give Aunt Nicky, Aunt-Uncle Fitzsimmons, Aunt Tasha and Uncle Phil hugs and kisses for me please.'

Ron looked over at the message and scratched kisses out of the message. He was not a sissy. A hug would do for now.

'Lots of love,

Ronnie Archer Barton.'

Ron didn't bother changing Ronnie to Ron. Despite his protests, he liked it when his dad would playfully call him Ronnie.

He blew on the parchment to help it dry. Once he was satisfied, he picked up the parchment and folded it as evenly as he could into a parchment of envelope and sealed it shut. Recalling what Neville told him, he wrote his dad's name on the parchment. The ink bled into the parchment, and an address appeared. Ron smiled seeing that his dad was in Europe.

Neville had explained that there were envelopes made for muggleborn students to give to their parents to send letters to their children, given that Hogwarts didn't have a quite known fixed location. It didn't make any sense to Ron but it apparently made sense to the Owls who delivered them.

And while he couldn't see the address his dad was located, he knew he was still around. At least from what he could understand.

Ah, his mind hurt.

He stood up and walked into the common room holding his letter.

"Ready Ron?" Neville asked, his own letter in hand.

"Uh huh. Harry, Mione, you coming?"

"Sure. I'd like to see Hedwig."

"Hedwig?" Hermione asked.

"Saint Hedwig? Is she a ghost here? I've read about her in Hogwarts, A History. She was a Germanic witch who perfected the method of removing bezoars from goats' stomachs in humane and quick methods. Oh I have so many questions-"

"Um."

"Uh..."

"Mione? Please calm down."

"Hedwig is...?" Neville prompted Harry.

"Oh. Erm... My snowy owl."

"Oh, sorry. I just was so excited."

Ron smiled a little. It was funny to see someone so energetic.

The four made their way to the Owlery where he was stunned by all the beautiful feathered creatures. Especially Harry's Hedwig. She was just such a pretty stark difference to the otherwise brown and reds that dominated the Owlery. Even Neville and Hermione were rather taken with Harry's pretty bird. Harry allowed Neville to use his owl to deliver his letter, not having to travel very far. Hermione and Ron handed their letters to school owls.

The birds took off into the rapidly darkening night sky. The four smiled as they scurried down to the common room, one bird leaving towards Neville's home, the other two, to the ministry to be cycled in and forwarded to America... Or wherever his dad was.


Clint smiled. Though it was a bit odd to see someone marred in soot and blood to be smiling, he had come out relatively unharmed along with his partner and friend. And his hearing aid didn't die! Thank goodness for small miracles.

As it was, he was sitting in the Quinjet, absolutely filthy as they made their way back to headquarters to avoid whatever government group they had just pissed off. Clint took this time to finish his little day by day log to mail to Ron. He signed the messy sprawl of an excuse of a letter and folded the paper.

He reached into his quiver and pulled out a false bottom and slipped an envelope from the hidden compartment.

He stuffed his letter into the envelope which he slipped back into the quiver for safe keeping.

"You seem pleased."

"I get to shower in an actual bathroom. Of course I'm pleased."

"A shower? Really?"

"Got to enjoy the little thing Nat," he explained, thinking of the letter.

Eh. I like letters. And I am not dead. I live. I'll update again, once I can.

Oh an as for the letter thing... Call it fanfiction. This is something that just happens to work with the story.