Chapter 2- Writing to Crabbe and Goyle
I stayed out of sight for the rest of the evening. In the morning, I got up early and went to my desk. I checked my drawer. It was still there. The watch was still there. I sat there, staring at it blackly for a while before I pulled out some parchment. I started to write:
Crabbe,
I'm not writing about anything in particular. Just wanted to see what your day looked like. Want to do something?
Draco
I sealed it and handed it to my owl. He took a little offence to the fact that he just had to fly next door.
"I know it's short, but by the time you get back, I'll have another one for you." With that, he ruffled his feathers and set off for another journey next door. I pulled out some more parchment and wrote:
Goyle,
Want to do something? Write back.
Draco
It seemed short but I knew if I made it any longer he wouldn't reply as quickly. And if I didn't tell him to write back, he wouldn't. It took Goyle a while to read and understand things. I sealed the second letter and waited. I looked at the watch again. It must be completely different living as a Muggle. Communication, Travel, Food, Sport, art; it was all different. Using electricity and technology, and not using your wand. I don't know where I would be without my wand. It seems so interesting how they have survived. I wonder-
I was interrupted by my owl pecking at my shirt. Crabbe had written back simply to say,
Ok. Back Marsh. Quidditch.
It wasn't signed or anything, but what did that matter! I was getting out of the house.