Sirius and Len
Dear Lenore;
.I got this letter from you, but, well this is a little embarrassing.
WHO are you? (There's been so many girls, I'm afraid to say I must have forgotten which one you were.)
JUST KIDDING!!!
How could you even ask if I'd forgotten you? A memory charm wouldn't be strong enough to make me forget you!
To answer your question, yes, I got Maia's invitation. The party sounds like it'll be a lot of fun, even if it's in a Muggle neighbourhood (but if things start going sour, James and I should be able to think of more than a few ways of making it a memorable party.especially if it's in a Muggle neighbourhood!)
I hope I'll see you there (no one seems to be telling me whether you'll be there for sure), .but if you're not, I guess I'll just have to settle for 'the opportunity to see scantily clad girls' as you put it. *grin*
Sirius
!*!*!*!*!*!
Hey Sirus;
Hahaha! Very funny! Very sweet!
Please don't get Maia in trouble! Last time she got grounded, I ended taking care of my sibling by my self for like a month. As cute as they are, they certainly are a handful. Hmmm.. Kind of like you Marauders. *Wink*
Of course I'll be there. Sirus, don't be silly . . . sorry forgot that you can't help it. I'm helping Maia hostess.
***HUGS***
Len Ps. Ah. sorry about the Muggles paper.My sister Susy drew on all my parchment, I haven't got a chance to replace it yet.
~~~~~ ! ~~~~~ ! ~~~~~ ! ~~~~~ Snape's Challenge
A full three hours had passed since Lenore's owl had delivered its letter and left.
Severus Snape had spent the first twenty minutes or so staring in confused surprise at the rolled parchment with his name written on it. It was Lenore's writing. or at least, he was pretty sure it was. But she'd never written anything to him before. so he'd spent another forty minutes convinced it was a trap. another prank devised by James Potter and his little trouble-making gang. but he couldn't detect or discern anything wrong with it, and curiosity finally got the better of him. He opened it.
Thirty minutes later, he was re-checking the letter for signs of a prank or a trap of some kind.
Thirty minutes after that, he was seated at his desk and beginning a response.
An hour later, he sat back and examined his brilliant composition.
Dear Lenore;
He exhaled heavily at the blank parchment that stared up at him. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to write. rather, he really had too much that he could write. Too much that he knew should not be put to paper.
He'd run a first draft through his head contemplatively at first, but something about it had not sounded quite right.
Dear Lenore;
I am truly happy that you're enjoying your summer. Mine has not been quite so. full of cheer.
So far this summer I have attended special lessons with my father, learning spells that have been outlawed over the centuries for being too dangerous and too destructive. To teach me the proper respect for these spells, my father caused one of my first attempts to backfire on me. Ever hear of ignies glacies? The liquid in your body freezes, and your flesh burns. It hurts. A lot.
However, I will not soon forget the consequences of trusting someone else - even my own father - with the preparations for casting a curse.
There's also a Death-Eater meeting coming up. Dark wizards from all over will be gathering to plot the downfall of Muggles, Mudbloods, and Muggle/Mudblood-friendly witches and wizards. In a few years, I'll be old enough to join their ranks. My father has been very eager for that day, when I can stand at his side before our Dark Lord.
It was at that point that Severus realized that Lenore probably hadn't intended for a complete report of his activities and plans. Or, she hadn't intended for that sort of content in his report. He had also realized that he should perhaps try to steer away from divulging too much of his summertime activities. It was not beyond his family to spy on him after all, even in the theoretical privacy of his bedroom.
The second mental draft he'd considered had been similarly discarded, but this one, even more quickly than the first:
Dear Lenore;
It was nice to hear from you. I'm glad to hear that you've been enjoying your summer. I have also welcomed the break from school, and the opportunity to spend more time with my family. I'm especially close with my father, and he has been very enthusiastic about continuing to teach me, even during the summer break. I know it sounds tedious, but I have really enjoyed the opportunity.
Lies, lies, lies.
Beyond frustrating though, the blank page that he'd been staring at for well over an hour now had effectively become a challenge for him. A challenge. Considering it in this light, Severus suddenly found himself smirking down at the parchment, silently daring it to continue baffling him. He excelled at challenges.
Dear Lenore;
Taking a deep breath, he dipped his feather in the ink bottle, and plunged ahead:
It was nice to hear from you. I am truly happy that you seem to be enjoying your summer so far.
Here he paused for a moment. He couldn't tell her the truth, he was convinced of that. However, was also feeling an odd aversion to lying to her outright.
I have also had the opportunity to spend more time with my family.my father, in particular. He has taken great care in helping me catch up on all the things I've missed while at school.
He cringed slightly, a phantom pain working itself through his body at the memory of all that quality time he'd been spending with his father. But he resolutely reminded himself that he was not lying.
There are also a number of various social events I will be expected to attend now that I'm home again.
.Dinners, prestigious community meetings, political campaigns and fundraisers for the Ministry.Death-Eater gatherings. the usual.
The price, I suppose, for coming from one of the older, pureblood, wizarding families.
.a price he was not yet entirely sure he wanted to pay in full.
At least some of my friends from school will be at those events as well.
Friends. Yes. And how he envied the ease with which those friends of his accepted their pre-destined place in the world. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair, Crouch. most undoubtedly destined for their fair share of fame and power. Dark fame and power, perhaps, but fame and power nonetheless. Why, of all of them, did he occasionally feel this questioning doubt about the path he'd been born to follow?
Thank you for thinking of me.
He stopped himself short of adding: "No one's ever just written me a letter just to say 'hi', or just because they've been thinking of me." But he couldn't quite stop himself from adding:
I hope to hear from you again.
Sincerely,
Severus Snape
Rereading the letter slowly, he nodded to himself grimly. He wasn't used to writing letters to people like Lenore. He wasn't used to writing letters to people he was feeling doomed emotions for. This composition was about as good as it was going to get.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Hey Eri;
Sound's like you have a busy summer ahead of you. Don't worry about getting back to me if I should become troublesome. I won't take it personally. I just like to converse (even by mail) with someone else on an intelligent level, every now and then. Hope you do manage to enjoy yourself, even a little, at these events of yours. Obligation *bleck*. Responsibility * Double Bleck*.
Sorry about the juice on this letter. Bec, my sister, just had a growth spurt, like 15 cm (6 inches) in less than a week, she's not exactly sure where all her limbs are. Thus making her a little clumsy. She tripped and spilled on it. I would have re-written it, but. this is kind of sad. I ran out of parchment. Susy, the baby well year old, drew all over it. So it was juice or crayon.
Ohhh!!!! I've been dieing to tell someone, and I can't tell my mum, she'd freak. Susy got hold of my wand yesterday. Don't start! I've already put it in a much safer spot so it won't happen again. Anyway, I didn't notice because mum left me at home to look after the three of them while she went shopping, I was busy patching up Bec's knee. No, clumsiness does not run in my family. well maybe a little. So I didn't notice until I got back to my room that Susy had my wand. She changed the colour of her dress!!! Isn't that great?!? She's never shown any magic talent before. I want to tell my dad, but I'll get yelled at for being careless with my wand, besides he won't be home for another week, at a conference. I can't tell Bas, my older brother, he's incommunicado right now. I certainly can't tell my mum, she'd freak!
I'm rambling aren't I? Sorry, I'm just excited. I was terrible worried that I'd get a letter from the minister, for underage magic. But this happened yesterday and no letter, so I guess that I'm alright.
Thanks for listening.ummm.reading. You're so good at it. I heard screams, of a cranky Susy, I best go.
***HUGS***
Len
Dear Lenore;
.I got this letter from you, but, well this is a little embarrassing.
WHO are you? (There's been so many girls, I'm afraid to say I must have forgotten which one you were.)
JUST KIDDING!!!
How could you even ask if I'd forgotten you? A memory charm wouldn't be strong enough to make me forget you!
To answer your question, yes, I got Maia's invitation. The party sounds like it'll be a lot of fun, even if it's in a Muggle neighbourhood (but if things start going sour, James and I should be able to think of more than a few ways of making it a memorable party.especially if it's in a Muggle neighbourhood!)
I hope I'll see you there (no one seems to be telling me whether you'll be there for sure), .but if you're not, I guess I'll just have to settle for 'the opportunity to see scantily clad girls' as you put it. *grin*
Sirius
!*!*!*!*!*!
Hey Sirus;
Hahaha! Very funny! Very sweet!
Please don't get Maia in trouble! Last time she got grounded, I ended taking care of my sibling by my self for like a month. As cute as they are, they certainly are a handful. Hmmm.. Kind of like you Marauders. *Wink*
Of course I'll be there. Sirus, don't be silly . . . sorry forgot that you can't help it. I'm helping Maia hostess.
***HUGS***
Len Ps. Ah. sorry about the Muggles paper.My sister Susy drew on all my parchment, I haven't got a chance to replace it yet.
~~~~~ ! ~~~~~ ! ~~~~~ ! ~~~~~ Snape's Challenge
A full three hours had passed since Lenore's owl had delivered its letter and left.
Severus Snape had spent the first twenty minutes or so staring in confused surprise at the rolled parchment with his name written on it. It was Lenore's writing. or at least, he was pretty sure it was. But she'd never written anything to him before. so he'd spent another forty minutes convinced it was a trap. another prank devised by James Potter and his little trouble-making gang. but he couldn't detect or discern anything wrong with it, and curiosity finally got the better of him. He opened it.
Thirty minutes later, he was re-checking the letter for signs of a prank or a trap of some kind.
Thirty minutes after that, he was seated at his desk and beginning a response.
An hour later, he sat back and examined his brilliant composition.
Dear Lenore;
He exhaled heavily at the blank parchment that stared up at him. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to write. rather, he really had too much that he could write. Too much that he knew should not be put to paper.
He'd run a first draft through his head contemplatively at first, but something about it had not sounded quite right.
Dear Lenore;
I am truly happy that you're enjoying your summer. Mine has not been quite so. full of cheer.
So far this summer I have attended special lessons with my father, learning spells that have been outlawed over the centuries for being too dangerous and too destructive. To teach me the proper respect for these spells, my father caused one of my first attempts to backfire on me. Ever hear of ignies glacies? The liquid in your body freezes, and your flesh burns. It hurts. A lot.
However, I will not soon forget the consequences of trusting someone else - even my own father - with the preparations for casting a curse.
There's also a Death-Eater meeting coming up. Dark wizards from all over will be gathering to plot the downfall of Muggles, Mudbloods, and Muggle/Mudblood-friendly witches and wizards. In a few years, I'll be old enough to join their ranks. My father has been very eager for that day, when I can stand at his side before our Dark Lord.
It was at that point that Severus realized that Lenore probably hadn't intended for a complete report of his activities and plans. Or, she hadn't intended for that sort of content in his report. He had also realized that he should perhaps try to steer away from divulging too much of his summertime activities. It was not beyond his family to spy on him after all, even in the theoretical privacy of his bedroom.
The second mental draft he'd considered had been similarly discarded, but this one, even more quickly than the first:
Dear Lenore;
It was nice to hear from you. I'm glad to hear that you've been enjoying your summer. I have also welcomed the break from school, and the opportunity to spend more time with my family. I'm especially close with my father, and he has been very enthusiastic about continuing to teach me, even during the summer break. I know it sounds tedious, but I have really enjoyed the opportunity.
Lies, lies, lies.
Beyond frustrating though, the blank page that he'd been staring at for well over an hour now had effectively become a challenge for him. A challenge. Considering it in this light, Severus suddenly found himself smirking down at the parchment, silently daring it to continue baffling him. He excelled at challenges.
Dear Lenore;
Taking a deep breath, he dipped his feather in the ink bottle, and plunged ahead:
It was nice to hear from you. I am truly happy that you seem to be enjoying your summer so far.
Here he paused for a moment. He couldn't tell her the truth, he was convinced of that. However, was also feeling an odd aversion to lying to her outright.
I have also had the opportunity to spend more time with my family.my father, in particular. He has taken great care in helping me catch up on all the things I've missed while at school.
He cringed slightly, a phantom pain working itself through his body at the memory of all that quality time he'd been spending with his father. But he resolutely reminded himself that he was not lying.
There are also a number of various social events I will be expected to attend now that I'm home again.
.Dinners, prestigious community meetings, political campaigns and fundraisers for the Ministry.Death-Eater gatherings. the usual.
The price, I suppose, for coming from one of the older, pureblood, wizarding families.
.a price he was not yet entirely sure he wanted to pay in full.
At least some of my friends from school will be at those events as well.
Friends. Yes. And how he envied the ease with which those friends of his accepted their pre-destined place in the world. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair, Crouch. most undoubtedly destined for their fair share of fame and power. Dark fame and power, perhaps, but fame and power nonetheless. Why, of all of them, did he occasionally feel this questioning doubt about the path he'd been born to follow?
Thank you for thinking of me.
He stopped himself short of adding: "No one's ever just written me a letter just to say 'hi', or just because they've been thinking of me." But he couldn't quite stop himself from adding:
I hope to hear from you again.
Sincerely,
Severus Snape
Rereading the letter slowly, he nodded to himself grimly. He wasn't used to writing letters to people like Lenore. He wasn't used to writing letters to people he was feeling doomed emotions for. This composition was about as good as it was going to get.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Hey Eri;
Sound's like you have a busy summer ahead of you. Don't worry about getting back to me if I should become troublesome. I won't take it personally. I just like to converse (even by mail) with someone else on an intelligent level, every now and then. Hope you do manage to enjoy yourself, even a little, at these events of yours. Obligation *bleck*. Responsibility * Double Bleck*.
Sorry about the juice on this letter. Bec, my sister, just had a growth spurt, like 15 cm (6 inches) in less than a week, she's not exactly sure where all her limbs are. Thus making her a little clumsy. She tripped and spilled on it. I would have re-written it, but. this is kind of sad. I ran out of parchment. Susy, the baby well year old, drew all over it. So it was juice or crayon.
Ohhh!!!! I've been dieing to tell someone, and I can't tell my mum, she'd freak. Susy got hold of my wand yesterday. Don't start! I've already put it in a much safer spot so it won't happen again. Anyway, I didn't notice because mum left me at home to look after the three of them while she went shopping, I was busy patching up Bec's knee. No, clumsiness does not run in my family. well maybe a little. So I didn't notice until I got back to my room that Susy had my wand. She changed the colour of her dress!!! Isn't that great?!? She's never shown any magic talent before. I want to tell my dad, but I'll get yelled at for being careless with my wand, besides he won't be home for another week, at a conference. I can't tell Bas, my older brother, he's incommunicado right now. I certainly can't tell my mum, she'd freak!
I'm rambling aren't I? Sorry, I'm just excited. I was terrible worried that I'd get a letter from the minister, for underage magic. But this happened yesterday and no letter, so I guess that I'm alright.
Thanks for listening.ummm.reading. You're so good at it. I heard screams, of a cranky Susy, I best go.
***HUGS***
Len