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#4 - our distance and that person
So Far Away
- in which we learn how to survive in exile -
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My Dearest Ronald,
My love, I miss you so much. All the time, I think of you. Every minute, every second of the day is like a year, filled with the most excruciating pain and torture of being apart from you. How I wish I could be with you, my darling, holding you close.
All my love, hugs, and
kisses,
Pansy
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Pansy,
Are you drunk?
Ron
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Ron,
Not drunk. So bored, though, that I've actually taken up reading Mum's romance novels.
It's been raining the whole time we've been here so far. The people would probably be nice if I had any idea what they were saying. You'd think they'd learn English. We aren't getting any real news of what's going on over there. Mum and Dad have confiscated the Floo powder so that we won't escape back to civilisation.
I'm really bored.
Pansy
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Pansy,
You're not the only one that's bored. At least you're not put to do all the really boring jobs that no one else wants to do all the time. They won't let us go outside at all unless there's a whole bunch of us going at the same time. I've been holed up here pretty much all summer so far, I haven't even been home for ages.
And we're not getting any real news either.
Ron
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Ron,
You're not at the Burrow? Should I send the letters somewhere else?
Tried playing this Muggle game (yeah, a Muggle game. That's how bored I am.) called Trivial Pursuit with my sister yesterday, but she keeps winning and I can't figure out how the brat is cheating, so I went back to the romance novels today.
We had a lightning storm last night. Made a change from all the rain, I guess.
Pansy
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Pansy,
Just send them to the Burrow. Can't tell you where I am, and they'll reach me from there anyway.
When are you getting back? It's kind of boring here without you.
Ron
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Ron,
Don't know when I'll be back. When my parents think it's safe. Which probably means it won't be until he (you know of whom I speak...) is gone. So tell your bestest friend to get on with it, would you?
I miss you too.
Love,
Pansy