(A/N: This is a joint story between me (Derek Rain) and Kinz. We wrote this on an extremely long car ride. We have the entire thing written out, so if I'm lazy typing, casually mention it to Kinz so she can kick my arse. If you can guess the pairing, I'll give you a cookie. .)
Dear Whoever,
Ugh. That's all I can say about my life. I'm sending this because I'm bored out of my mind. Well, and because I have nobody to talk to here.
Whoever gets this, I hope you reply. That is, as long as you're not some freaky stalker person. If that's so, screw off. Same if you're a muggle. If you don't know what a muggle is, you're a muggle and you'll burn this paper or I will haunt you.
Anyway, I'm having trouble, mainly with my sister and my father. My sister is totally against magic and especially against my being a witch. My mom tells me that it's just a stage, that she'll grow out of it in time, but she's yet to be nice to me. For six years, I've been shunned and prejudiced against by my sister. My dad's on her side, so he's much harder on me than he is on her. Harsher punishments for lesser problems and the like. My mom tries to make peace. I'll just say that it doesn't work. Not even on Christmas.
Sorry for the shortness. I'll write a longer one, maybe, if you respond.
Bored as Hell.
Dear Bored as Hell,
You think you've got problems? I'm in love with a girl who totally hates me! Sorry. Needed to vent. And yes, I'm a wizard. A muggle is a non-magical person. Satisfied?
If you think that having a family that is mostly against magic, try having both parents be incredibly great at it. That's a lot of pressure. I have to be perfect all the time, because I apparently inherited a gene that makes me super smart, a natural at everything, and an amazing quidditch player. Well, I'm not terrible at quidditch, but mostly I suck at school. I'm lucky I have a few really smart, really good friends to pull me through it.
Sorry, I'll quit bitching. Maybe you could write back? I'd like that.
Wishing for More