18 August, 1972

Killian-

Still haven't heard from you. I think it's been a month since I wrote you, and I still haven't heard from you.

You're ridiculous. Odette keeps coming back from these message deliveries all wet and soppy, so I know you're out there. She's never happy about it, but she looks alright, so I know you have to be alright, too.

I'm relying on my owl to inform me when you're safe. Please understand how messed up that is.

You know, this time last year I would never have imagined all this. This—mess, really, because yeah, it's a mess. Getting called a witch last year would've been an insult. Now, it's just a fact. It's what I am. I'm going to a wizard school in a month and that's normal.

My best friend isn't responding to my letters, got kicked out of school, and that's normal.

I don't know what to do without you here, Killian. I'm getting better, of course. Lily's come by and loves where we live, and Sirius stopped by again. I ran into Red and got read the riot act for disappearing. I'm sad that I can't tell her the truth about what happened, but mum and dad say it's for the best.

Was all this for the best?

I'll write you again when school starts.

Shut up; those aren't tear marks, they're water marks from your bloody ship.

Em