"So, have you sent the letter?"
It was evening now, and Minerva and Albus were sitting on the sofa in Albus's room. Minerva rolled her eyes.
"Yes I have, Albus, why shouldn't I?" she snapped, then sighed and closed her eyes.
"I am sorry, Albus, it's just that I am so completely exhausted. I don't know why, though."
Albus laid his arm around her, as she leant her head on his shoulder, staring in the distance.
"It's been a very confusing day, Minerva, of course you're exhausted. You, my dear, just need to drink a nice cup of hot cocoa and then go to bed. You have to…"
But Minerva never knew what she had to do more, for suddenly, a large, dark-grey owl pecked hardly on the glass of the window.
"Morag!"
Minerva quickly opened the window, allowing the owl to come in. A large piece of yellowish parchment was bound to the owl's leg. Minerva's hands shook as she slowly unfastened the letter. She then sat down again, looking at Albus.
"It's from Noctua, Albus, it has to be…"
"Open it, then!"
The tension was visible in his clear, blue eyes.
"Open it, Minerva…"
She nodded quickly and did what he'd asked. It was from Noctua. Minerva would recognize that neat, yet curly handwriting everywhere.
"And…"
"Yes." said Minerva softly. "It's from her."
And in her deep, musical voice, she began to read it out loud.
"Dearest Aunt Minerva,
I have received your letter at noon, and will sent this answer back as soon as possible, so that, perhaps, you get it this evening.
My dear Auntie, I know how much you have always adored my parents- they always adored you either, as do I. But my parents are dead now- gone forever- and though I feel sadder than I have ever felt, life must go on. Maybe you think I am cruel… but that is not true, I loved Mum and Dad, I still do, I would give anything in this world to get them back. But I know I can never get them back, whatever I do, so I have- well, I try to accept this."
Minerva hesitated and sobbed softly.
"That is not cruelty, darling. That is bravery."
Yet, she continued
"And yes, dear Aunt Minerva, I do want to come to Hogwarts. You know, I am at this moment staying at Kirsty's- you know her, don't you, my dear old neighbor, Kirsty Trefusis. She has asked me if I would to stay and live with her, but I'd rather come to you, Auntie. She's a lovely woman and always been kind of a grandmother to me, but I have always adored you, and I do want to come to England. Maybe it would be best for me to start again in a totally different place.
With much love and- well, you can come and pick me up in a day or two, I think.
Your loving niece,
Noctua"
Minerva smiled silently and laid the letter on the table. She then sighed and in a somewhat cat-like way curled up in the sofa- her Animagus form was never far away.
Albus laid his arm around his wife and nodded.
"Yes. Minerva, yes…" he spoke thoughtfully. "Alea iacta est."
Minerva smiled.
"Oh Albus, you know I hate it when you show off that you can speak Latin… well… a tiny bit of Latin."
Albus smiled as well and kissed her.
"I am sorry, Tabby. But it is true. Alea iacta est…"
Minerva sighed.
"Yes, alea iacta est indeed, my dear. Alea- iacta est."
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It was evening now, and Minerva and Albus were sitting on the sofa in Albus's room. Minerva rolled her eyes.
"Yes I have, Albus, why shouldn't I?" she snapped, then sighed and closed her eyes.
"I am sorry, Albus, it's just that I am so completely exhausted. I don't know why, though."
Albus laid his arm around her, as she leant her head on his shoulder, staring in the distance.
"It's been a very confusing day, Minerva, of course you're exhausted. You, my dear, just need to drink a nice cup of hot cocoa and then go to bed. You have to…"
But Minerva never knew what she had to do more, for suddenly, a large, dark-grey owl pecked hardly on the glass of the window.
"Morag!"
Minerva quickly opened the window, allowing the owl to come in. A large piece of yellowish parchment was bound to the owl's leg. Minerva's hands shook as she slowly unfastened the letter. She then sat down again, looking at Albus.
"It's from Noctua, Albus, it has to be…"
"Open it, then!"
The tension was visible in his clear, blue eyes.
"Open it, Minerva…"
She nodded quickly and did what he'd asked. It was from Noctua. Minerva would recognize that neat, yet curly handwriting everywhere.
"And…"
"Yes." said Minerva softly. "It's from her."
And in her deep, musical voice, she began to read it out loud.
"Dearest Aunt Minerva,
I have received your letter at noon, and will sent this answer back as soon as possible, so that, perhaps, you get it this evening.
My dear Auntie, I know how much you have always adored my parents- they always adored you either, as do I. But my parents are dead now- gone forever- and though I feel sadder than I have ever felt, life must go on. Maybe you think I am cruel… but that is not true, I loved Mum and Dad, I still do, I would give anything in this world to get them back. But I know I can never get them back, whatever I do, so I have- well, I try to accept this."
Minerva hesitated and sobbed softly.
"That is not cruelty, darling. That is bravery."
Yet, she continued
"And yes, dear Aunt Minerva, I do want to come to Hogwarts. You know, I am at this moment staying at Kirsty's- you know her, don't you, my dear old neighbor, Kirsty Trefusis. She has asked me if I would to stay and live with her, but I'd rather come to you, Auntie. She's a lovely woman and always been kind of a grandmother to me, but I have always adored you, and I do want to come to England. Maybe it would be best for me to start again in a totally different place.
With much love and- well, you can come and pick me up in a day or two, I think.
Your loving niece,
Noctua"
Minerva smiled silently and laid the letter on the table. She then sighed and in a somewhat cat-like way curled up in the sofa- her Animagus form was never far away.
Albus laid his arm around his wife and nodded.
"Yes. Minerva, yes…" he spoke thoughtfully. "Alea iacta est."
Minerva smiled.
"Oh Albus, you know I hate it when you show off that you can speak Latin… well… a tiny bit of Latin."
Albus smiled as well and kissed her.
"I am sorry, Tabby. But it is true. Alea iacta est…"
Minerva sighed.
"Yes, alea iacta est indeed, my dear. Alea- iacta est."
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