Are ya ready to see the letter Robin wrote? Well too bad its happening right meow. Short as it is I felt the need so here's your update. Oh by the by the song "Kissing you" by Des'ree was beaten to a bloody pulp until I completed the chapter. WHOO!

Severus

Dear Professor Snape…

It seems silly now, writing this, after what just happened between us. You may not think it much but for me…

My entire life for the last four years had led up to that moment. I had imagined it in so many ways. The exact words, your words to follow. Your eyes, how they would spear into my soul to search for truth but ultimately finding it. I imagined silence. I imagined shock and confusion. Flattered even, humbled by my confession. A secret I had intended taking to my grave. But I couldn't…something in your voice that day told me this was the time. That if I just said the words the wrenching in my heart would be over. After that I would be able to breathe again.

That and…I'm a horrible liar.

In those three heavy words I lost my composure. My shield that had been three and half years strong up until then. To be near you was enough. I knew that you would never be able to return my feelings. Tragic as it was I accepted it from the moment I realized my love.

To hear you lecture, to make you proud in so many ways that was conveyed at best a slight nod, silence or if I was extraordinarily lucky a 'well done Miss Ryen'. Those moments few that they are fill me. Do you know what its like for your entire body to be overcome with a soothing warmth? At the simplest of gestures? Blissful in reception. I am, oh that I am.

I can't say that I have ever been, in my short life of almost fifteen years, so intellectually stimulated, challenged than by you professor. I do not pretend that my love for you may sometimes obscure my judgment, allow me to see past your flaws, however without my heart's devotion I say still with all certainty, with all sincerity you are the most brilliant person I have ever met.

You challenge my mind and perceptions beyond what I could hope to learn at Hogwarts. For that I am thankful. For that I have nothing to give in return, except of course my love. But you cannot reciprocate, I know this.

I was cross with you upon my expression of love being met with dismissal. I understand though. I didn't at first, but I began to. Not only did I catch you completely off guard but more solemnly you could not fathom my genuine passion for you. It is not so hard to see that you hold yourself in low regard in this way. For me, one who adores you so finds this painful to the deepest degree. You are worthy of love.

It would be enough for me, if you would simply accept my feelings for you. Honor them, acknowledge they are there. I ask no more of you. It is my wish for you to know that you are loved. I do not personally know the feeling of someone loving me, but if it is as wonderful as it is to love another I can think of no greater gift to give. Whether you want it or not it is yours unconditionally. I am yours.

-Robin

I wept. I hadn't meant to. I didn't even know I had until the drop of my tear blotched some of the ink. It was written with a red quill, one that does not lie. I let the letter fall onto my desk. The weight so light yet the content so heavy.

I had dreamed every day of receiving a letter of this caliber from Lily. Up until the day she died, even after I fantasized about it. I had myself, written many a letter in this way. Yet none of them ever reached her. The words wouldn't have so I tore them apart, beside myself with regret. At least Miss Ryen had the courage to send such a thing. In fact she was a brave young woman. Not Gryffindor brave, not foolish that is. No, her courage was bore from her ridiculously large heart.

One that would get her killed one day no doubt. Twice now she had bared her soul to me. The very least I could do was grant her wish and apologize for the notion that she didn't know her own feelings. They were hers after all. And she mastered them beautifully here in a single page. I took a blank piece of parchment and challenged myself with my own quill.

Dear Miss Ryen
Despite what you may believe from our last discussion I found your letter to be quite moving. That said, you are correct. I cannot and will not reciprocate. Nor will I entertain your thoughts with even the slightest idea this could ever be mutual. Which says nothing about you as a person. Only our relationship as student and teacher, not to mention the great age difference between us. That aside, I will keep your letter in close consideration should I find myself in doubt of my character. I hope to see you are well once term resumes.
-Severus

Sorry if Snape seems OOC but it is an odd situation in all. And hey why else do fanfics exist?