To Alexa6, horsegurl16, and catlover782, thank you very much for leaving your reviews. This is the first fic I've ever written with this kind of relationship, and I was a little nervous. But now I feel like I could keep going with this for a while. Please enjoy :)
Dear Jessie,
It's already Friday. Can you believe that I've been here for three weeks already? One more week, and it'll have been a month since… you know… So today, Hermione and I finally got a chance to talk. It was a little awkward at first. I could tell that she felt bad, and that she was under the impression that she had really upset me.
I told her that it wasn't her fault. I told her that I was honestly a little intimidated to meet her for the first time. She smiled a little at that. Once that basic awkwardness was out of the way, we kept talking. She didn't talk to me like I'm a baby or anything, she actually treated me like an equal, or as close to it as I could hope from someone who's older than me. Though I think if she knew more about the circumstances that led to my acceptance here, she wouldn't be quite as friendly.
But I couldn't tell her that. I haven't talked to anyone about what happened, and these letters don't count since no one is ever going to read them. After a while, we were just talking, laughing, I don't even remember what was said. I almost forgot that I was talking to my crush, it was so easy, I didn't stumble over any words or completely humiliate myself.
She had to go, to another class or something, but before she left, I asked if she would accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow. And do you want to know what she said? 'It's a date', she said. I know that she didn't mean like an actual date, but it still made butterflies go through my stomach. After that, I couldn't help feeling glad that she was leaving for a while so I wouldn't have a chance to mess up our plans.
Of course, I still don't have any money, which is sad. I could really use some new robes (mine get washed every night, but it's still the same pair everyday). But even more importantly, I need a wand. I wonder why nobody has yet mentioned my wand situation, or lack thereof. Everybody else has a wand, and they all do some pretty neat tricks.
My first thoughts are that the headmaster is afraid of me enough as it is, and he would be even more frightened if I could channel my magic. But he's a pretty powerful guy based on what I've read about him, and I don't think one teenage girl could scare him all that much. Maybe wands are just really expensive, and they know I have no money, so they couldn't even scrounge up a used up old thing for me.
And I know you would be annoyed with me, but I forgot to ask Neville the red head's name again. I was about to bring it up when it seemed like I had the opportunity, but then the topic of the conversation shifted, and I didn't get a chance. So technically I didn't forget, but it's the same results either way. But I guess it doesn't really matter.
Now that I've brought my (possibly) friend count up to three, I don't think I'll let her staring bother me anymore. Now if she said or did something mean, then maybe I would put in more effort to find out who she is, but for now, I think I'll just leave her be.
About my shortage of funds, I think I might make an appointment to see the headmaster. After all, he already signed my permission slip to go to the village, which apparently he's never done before, so maybe he'll throw in a few coins as well. The gold ones are called galleons, the silver ones are called sickles, and the bronze ones are called knuts. Crazy, right? I have no idea how much any of those would be in US dollars.
Well, if Dumbledore agrees to give me even a few coins, that would be better than nothing. I could also ask him if he has a spare wand lying around while he's at it, but that's not likely. Now that I think about it, it's unlikely he will give me anything. But it's worth a shot, right? I mean, it's not like I begged to be let in here, I was practically forced. The least he could do is provide just a tiny bit of funds, right?
Yours always,
Sophie