by Komillia
A/N: It's been a while since I updated this and in a way that's
nice. With all my other plotdriven fanfics it's nice to have a story
like this to fall back on once a while. It feels easier to write than
most fanfics seeing as this is just a series of letters. Anyway, here's
a very, very short piece but I kind of like how it turned out.
Again, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed or read this. :)
December 13, 1992
Dear Mum,
How are you? I'm doing well. I'm sorry for not writing to you for so long, I promise that I'll make it up and write more often.
School is good, I suppose. Not all the teachers are nice but most of them are. Professor Kettleburn especially, he likes to discuss things that no one else likes to discuss, like what do mooncalves think of when they dance? What does a chimaera think when it meets a lion? We don't get to take Care of Magical Creatures until third year but I think I would like it.
There is this boy at school. Everyone thinks that he goes around petrifying people. I think I saw him once when we sat down for dinner. He was this black spot sitting almost alone by the Gryffindor table. I wanted to walk over there and ask if he really did it. If he had said yes, then I would have asked him how, I think it would be very fascinating to know. Perhaps I should ask him if he can petrify objects as well?
It's almost Christmas so I'm looking forward to coming home. Speaking of Christmas, do you know what kind of present I should get for dad? I feel awful, but I haven't been able to come up with the perfect present yet. I was thinking about making a clay sculpture but it never dries well enough for it to turn out good. Perhaps I should ask that boy in Gryffindor to petrify it for me?
Anyway, I have to go now. It's time for dinner and they are serving pudding tonight. I'll write again later!
Love,
Your Luna
