Summary: Letters sent from time to time from character to character. Canon compliant [All 8 books].
Note:
All of these are replies of the letters from its sister Fic "Dear" , Chapter wise.
The characters belong to Jk but the letters hereby are a work of fanfiction and belong to me. Any kind of palagriser will have me on their heel's.
And so, without further ado, we go
Onwards.
Character to: Neville Longbottom
Character from:Ginevra Potter.
Year: 2016
Period: James S. Potter's second year.
(A howler sent at the staff table on October's Monday morning.)
Dear Nev,
You whiny little bitch. Must I remind you what you did in your school years?
Remember? 7th year? When you stepped, as Snape put it, on his effing cloak every time you could just for revenge. (And he once tumbled down the stairs because of it.)
And how can you lecture my baby on defending his house? Where is your honor? Your house pride? You make me want to come there and have a chat with Professor McGonagall. Seriously Nev! Gryffindor honour!
And what will you do, if I don't ask him to stop? huh? Hit me with your Mimblus Mimbeltonia? or with those dorky spectacles...?
Gin–
Shut it, Harry. *Laughter in background*
Harry!*More laughter. Ginny starts laughing herself*
Okay, okay, Nev. Don't get mad! Happy anniversary btw. And Students of Hogwarts, Professor Neville will feed you to his three headed pet dog if you tried to ask him anything about anything today. Madam Abott is the only woman who could save you if anything happens.
I have sent the cookies with Hermes.
And don't get me involved. If you want to get lectured by Hermione, do it yourself. Don't drag me with the elves.
Love,
Ginny.
*The howler bursts into flames and Neville looks like he has swallowed a lemon while James and the whole Student body try to stiffle their laughter which wasn't really working. Hannah Abott Longbottom had the fist in her mouth to stop laughing while other teachers didn't even tried to mask it.
In that minute, Neville curses Potter's for the hundreth time .*