Will Beagle & Dear Mum, Dear Son
By: Darkmoore
Author's Note: This letter was written sometime between Chapter 7 and Chapter 9 of Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic. Also, I know that there are typographic errors; I was trying to make it sound like an 11-year-old boy had written the letter. I used my niece and nephew's letters to me as a reference.
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Dear Mum,
Sorry that's it been awhile since I've written to you. I really love it here! I've got a new best friend, his name is Xander and he is my roommate here at school. It's the best! Everyone in the same year, I'm a first year, usually share a dorm room, that's why its so big I guess, but in our year, there's only two boys, the rest are all girls. I bet they are crowded on their end of the castle.
Oh yeah, the school is in a castle, a real castle with ghosts and everything. Ghosts are real Mum! Can you believe it? When Professor Potter met us at the train station and explained to us the rules, then he walked us up to the castle on a cobblestone road. At first when we got to the castle it looked like it had been bombed out, but after we rung the bell at the gate, it turned into a wonderful castle. Professor Potter, he's our class sponsor and he'll stick with us until we graduate, anyway, he said that was a false image to protect the students against non magic folk who would be scared of us and anyone who wanted to harm us. You'd like him Mum, he's the coolest ever.
Anyway, when he brought us into the entrance hall, he had us wait before we went into the dining hall before we were inspected by the Headmistress. She's nice, she reminds me of Ms. Wilkins, if Ms. Wilkins ever laughed. Anyway, while we were waiting a ghost came through the wall and looked at us like we shouldn't have been there. He said he was a former Headmaster, but I can't spell his name, sorry, and that when he died he didn't want to leave the school so he didn't. But he sure scared the girls, it was funny.
Anyway, Professor Potter teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts and we're learning loads of stuff, but he keeps giving us homework, more than anyone else. Maybe it's because he's new here to, Professor Fitzhugh, she's the Charms teacher, said this is his first year at the school. Maybe he'll get over this homework thing he has. Besides teaching that class, he is also the flying instructor. I flew a broom mum, I really did, just like in those books I had from when I was a kid. Except none of the witches here have green skin or warts on their noses.
He taught us all about flying on broom sticks and he even let us solo. Xander is really good at it, he got to lead everyone in class when we did laps around field. I had to stay beside Professor Potter because I was the only one who didn't have magical parents and had never seen it done before. Its okay, he was funny and told me I did great, later he let me and Xander got flying together. I wish you could meet him.
That reminds me can Xander come home with me for Christmas? His dad is dead and his step-mum doesn't like him at all and his older brother is moping over some lost love or something. I don't think he has anywhere really to go. He can stay at school, some of the older students said it was permitted, but he shouldn't spend Christmas alone.
I miss you, love, Will
P.S. Some cookies might be nice.
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Dear Will,
I swear I'll never get used to having Merlin sweep in on me like that. I'm not used to owls in the daytime for that matter.
I'm glad you're having a great time at school. This professor of yours, is his name Harry Potter? I heard of him that day we went to Diagon Alley. He was in the robe shop when we went in to have your uniform fitted. You were probably to busy to remember. If it's the same man that is.
What is Defense Against the Dark Arts? I don't know I like the sound of that. It sounds dangerous, are they teaching you how to fight or something? You're going to make my black hair turn white. Also, homework is good for you, makes you use your mind. Helps stretch that muscle between your ears young man.
Flying on a broom stick huh? I think your pulling my leg, no one can fly on a broom stick, its impossible even if magic is real. You'll just have to show me.
Ghosts are real? Well honestly I always thought so myself. When I was a girl, I thought I saw them all the time, but later told myself, it was just my imagination. I guess it wasn't after all. Maybe now that I know they are real, I'll start to see them again. I hope I meet someone friendly.
I'm going to borrow Merlin before I send this letter to you. I tried to find Diagon Alley again, but couldn't, but I was warned I may not be able to since I'm a Muggle. So I'm going to write to that lady of the Department of Magical Education and see if she has a suggestion for me. I just hope she still isn't wearing those awful clothes.
As for your friend Xander coming home with you for Christmas, I don't know, I have to think about it. I would need permission from his guardian before I said yes, so see what you can do about it. Has he ever lived in the non magic world before? He may not want to come on that account.
I've baked you a box of cookies and sending then with Merlin, I hope they aren't broken by the time you get them, otherwise you'll have a box of crumbs.
Hope to see you soon,
Love Mum.
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To Be Continued...
By: Darkmoore
Author's Note: This letter was written sometime between Chapter 7 and Chapter 9 of Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic. Also, I know that there are typographic errors; I was trying to make it sound like an 11-year-old boy had written the letter. I used my niece and nephew's letters to me as a reference.
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Dear Mum,
Sorry that's it been awhile since I've written to you. I really love it here! I've got a new best friend, his name is Xander and he is my roommate here at school. It's the best! Everyone in the same year, I'm a first year, usually share a dorm room, that's why its so big I guess, but in our year, there's only two boys, the rest are all girls. I bet they are crowded on their end of the castle.
Oh yeah, the school is in a castle, a real castle with ghosts and everything. Ghosts are real Mum! Can you believe it? When Professor Potter met us at the train station and explained to us the rules, then he walked us up to the castle on a cobblestone road. At first when we got to the castle it looked like it had been bombed out, but after we rung the bell at the gate, it turned into a wonderful castle. Professor Potter, he's our class sponsor and he'll stick with us until we graduate, anyway, he said that was a false image to protect the students against non magic folk who would be scared of us and anyone who wanted to harm us. You'd like him Mum, he's the coolest ever.
Anyway, when he brought us into the entrance hall, he had us wait before we went into the dining hall before we were inspected by the Headmistress. She's nice, she reminds me of Ms. Wilkins, if Ms. Wilkins ever laughed. Anyway, while we were waiting a ghost came through the wall and looked at us like we shouldn't have been there. He said he was a former Headmaster, but I can't spell his name, sorry, and that when he died he didn't want to leave the school so he didn't. But he sure scared the girls, it was funny.
Anyway, Professor Potter teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts and we're learning loads of stuff, but he keeps giving us homework, more than anyone else. Maybe it's because he's new here to, Professor Fitzhugh, she's the Charms teacher, said this is his first year at the school. Maybe he'll get over this homework thing he has. Besides teaching that class, he is also the flying instructor. I flew a broom mum, I really did, just like in those books I had from when I was a kid. Except none of the witches here have green skin or warts on their noses.
He taught us all about flying on broom sticks and he even let us solo. Xander is really good at it, he got to lead everyone in class when we did laps around field. I had to stay beside Professor Potter because I was the only one who didn't have magical parents and had never seen it done before. Its okay, he was funny and told me I did great, later he let me and Xander got flying together. I wish you could meet him.
That reminds me can Xander come home with me for Christmas? His dad is dead and his step-mum doesn't like him at all and his older brother is moping over some lost love or something. I don't think he has anywhere really to go. He can stay at school, some of the older students said it was permitted, but he shouldn't spend Christmas alone.
I miss you, love, Will
P.S. Some cookies might be nice.
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Dear Will,
I swear I'll never get used to having Merlin sweep in on me like that. I'm not used to owls in the daytime for that matter.
I'm glad you're having a great time at school. This professor of yours, is his name Harry Potter? I heard of him that day we went to Diagon Alley. He was in the robe shop when we went in to have your uniform fitted. You were probably to busy to remember. If it's the same man that is.
What is Defense Against the Dark Arts? I don't know I like the sound of that. It sounds dangerous, are they teaching you how to fight or something? You're going to make my black hair turn white. Also, homework is good for you, makes you use your mind. Helps stretch that muscle between your ears young man.
Flying on a broom stick huh? I think your pulling my leg, no one can fly on a broom stick, its impossible even if magic is real. You'll just have to show me.
Ghosts are real? Well honestly I always thought so myself. When I was a girl, I thought I saw them all the time, but later told myself, it was just my imagination. I guess it wasn't after all. Maybe now that I know they are real, I'll start to see them again. I hope I meet someone friendly.
I'm going to borrow Merlin before I send this letter to you. I tried to find Diagon Alley again, but couldn't, but I was warned I may not be able to since I'm a Muggle. So I'm going to write to that lady of the Department of Magical Education and see if she has a suggestion for me. I just hope she still isn't wearing those awful clothes.
As for your friend Xander coming home with you for Christmas, I don't know, I have to think about it. I would need permission from his guardian before I said yes, so see what you can do about it. Has he ever lived in the non magic world before? He may not want to come on that account.
I've baked you a box of cookies and sending then with Merlin, I hope they aren't broken by the time you get them, otherwise you'll have a box of crumbs.
Hope to see you soon,
Love Mum.
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To Be Continued...