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CHAPTER 4: Letters

I woke up the next day seeing three girls got up happily. "You're awake!" said Alicia thankfully. I grabbed the goblet infront of me to drink the Gillywater. "We were worried sick about you when you got in the Lake yesterday!" Angelina said with her eyes wide. "So how did it feel like? When you were on the Hippocampus?" she asked. "I dunno. I was barely alive that time." I muttered. "The whole school is talking about it! Ohmygod! Astrophel is officially the coolest girl in Hogwarts!" Katie impersonated and laughed. "Really? Nearly dying is cool to them, I guess." I said negatively. They kept quiet.

The door opened and I could see a tall boy with ginger hair walking holding a tray of some sort. He put it down on the table and smiled at me. "How are you feeling?" he asked as I smiled gratefully at him. He brought me breakfast! How sweet!

I took a bite of tarts, sandwiches and sausages until my belly was full. Katie, Angelina and Alicia already went back for class, but Fred waited for me.

"Oh, and you got letters." He said as he gave me a letter and I asked for a pen as he took out one. There were three pieces of papers, I took out the first one:

Dear Astrophel,

Oh dear, oh dear, we should've listened to you when you said you didn't want to go to Hogwarts! Would you like to come back? We don't mind! It's all about safety with us, you know that, honey! I didn't know that you would like to commit suicide or something! We thought you'd try and atleast cope. You know we sent you there for the best, right? We don't hate you for this, Love. We could always hire a what do those Muggles call it? Yes, a therapist. Aunt Rozie knows someone great. If you'd like to continue at Hogwarts, I'm atleast-asking Dumbledore to keep an eye on you! But if not, then you are more than welcome to come back to the home where we all miss you dearly. Love you, take care, Honey!

Love,

Mum.

I sighed. Great, my Mum thinks I'm trying to commit suicide. I opened the second letter, which didn't make me feel any better as well:

To my beau (beautiful in French) Astrophel,

Are you feeling all right? How's your health? I hope you feel much better when you read this, yes? Of course your Grandma Claudia loves you so much and misses you too. Of course, you should come back and we'd continue with our Lady Lessons like we used to, yes, dear? I would love to have you back living with us.

Amour,

Grandma Claudia.

And lastly, I hoped was from Dad:

Dear sweetheart,

I read your mother's letter. Don't worry, I don't believe a word. Of course you would never kill yourself! Especially since I told you freezing is not the way to kill yourself. Dumbledore told us all about it, but the women freaked out and swore in French. They didn't think it was by accident, though. I'm pretty sure you're not coming back? Since, it was an accident. Pen me back. Miss you. BTW, if you need any advice or what so ever, I'm always here!

Love,

Dad.

The last letter definitely made me feel thousand times better. I wrote back to Mum first:

Hi Mum,

I did NOT try to kill myself, alright? Believe me when I say this. Some clumsy boys were fooling around and accidentally pushed me in. Thankfully, a Hippocampus came and saved my life. I'm not injured, I just need to warm up my body, that's all. And, NO, don't even think of suing the school / Dumbledore / Professor Hagrid / the clumsy boys. Because they had nothing to do with it. You could sue the rock that I tripped over. And I'm staying here. Need to carry on my studies, alright? Bye Mum, Love you!

Astrophel.

Gran:

Dear Grand-mere Claudia,

I'm feeling much better, thanks for asking. No, I'm staying here at Hogwarts. I didn't try to kill myself, by the way. Love you, bye.

Astrophel.

Dad:

DAD!!! I finally believe you when you say women are crazy. Mum and Gran have finally gone mental. Anyway, thanks for believing that I did not kill myself. Yeah, I'm staying here. I miss & love you too, Dad. Take care!

xoxo,

Astrophel.

I sighed and looked over at Fred who has been staring at me as I write. "Need me to send these back for you?" Fred offered. "Yeah, thanks." I said as handed over the letters. "Fussy parents eh?" he asked. "Just my Mum.. and Gran. Dad's fine." I said as I forced a smile.

Next morning, I had to wake up. Didn't want to, but had to. Mum had wrote back and asked if I was sure, and I was. She's being ridiculous.

I turned up at the Great Hall and got seated next to Ginny Weasley, it's not like I had a choice, but I just felt like not wanting to sit next to people my age. "Hi Astrophel." Ginny greeted. "Hi." I said as I smiled and took pancakes over waffles.

"Pancakes over waffles?!" George asked bewildered. "Got a problem with that?" I asked. "No, just that.. Who takes pancakes over waffles?!" George asked again. "I do." I smirked. George laughed loud enough for the whole hall to hear him.

"Strophe, look," Ginny pointed to a few third years from Hufflepuff who were eating pancakes. "They chose waffles before you stood up for pancakes. Isn't it funny how you're the new Miss Popularity?" Ginny said as she giggled. "She doesn't need the Imperius curse does she?" George laughed. "Where's Fred?" I asked curious. At first I thought he was just late or something but now it's nearly time for class. "Dunno. Maybe shagging people." George said. I looked at him widely. "Joke, Perkins," George rolled his eyes.

Pourhaurer is a monocotyledon plant that breeds faster than a normal plant would. There are three different types of Pourhaurer's such as the Hijax, Tibex and the Rixlek. The most similar ones are the Hijax and the Tibex (this makes Potions Masters confused most of the time, therefore leads to a failing potion). The only difference between them are the color of the original state..

I began writing for my Potions essay easily. We had Potions tomorrow and Snape thought it would be fun to torture us and give us last minute homework to be handed in the next class. Every fifth year in Gryffindor were currently on the essay. I was half done while most of them were still on the first few sentences. I could see loads of students coming back from the library in a failed attempt to find out any properties of the Pourhaurer, a very rare plant. They could only be found in the core of Egypt.

Fred walked over and took a look at my essay, which I was writing furiously, my head exploding with information. "Wow. Impressive work, Perkins," he said and gave me a thumbs up as he went back to his desk and struggled with his essay.

I walked in the Potions Dungeon alone and took a seat with the three girls. I saw everyone's' faces were nervous which I instantly knew that they did not finish Snape's homework.

Snape walked in and looked at everyone's scared faces. I bet he enjoyed that. "Homework. Table. Now." He said. I stood up as a few students did too and passed it up on the table.

"I did say 12-inch parchment, right, Mr Weasley?" Snape asked. "Which one?" Both of the twins shot up laughing. "Five points from Gryffindor for not finishing homework, both of you." He said lazily and looked at the rest of the classes'. He burned the roll of parchments that either did not reach twelve inches or used larger handwritings. Mine passed.

"I already graded your Confidence Potion from before. Best Potion goes to Miss Perkins." He struggled with my name as Fred and George were cheering on me as Gryffindors laughed. "Five points for Gryffindor and since you all were noisy, I'll take it back." He said coldly. How unfair is that?

I sat down between Fred and Katie during dinner, rummaging through the choices of good food. Hmm, looks like I'll have salmon for tonight.

I ate for a good eight minutes and in conversation with Katie and Fred about Quidditch and how it was in Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons is not such a big fan of Quidditch but they had a school team that would go against with other Wizarding schools around the world. I was having a great time talking to them until someone approached me. And no, it's not Cho.

"Hey Strophe, can we talk?" Cedric said. I sensed that it wasn't good. "Yeah, sure." I got up and we walked outside the Hall just behind the doors. I could see eyes darting from everywhere. Ahem, Cho.

"Yeah?" I asked him once we were outside.

"Uh, look, this is not easy to say but could we re-schedule our date tomorrow?" he asked with guilt.

"Sure no problem. What happened?"

"Detention. Made a joke about Snape and he found out." He said as I laughed. "Well, next week then?" I asked as he just nodded.

I got back to my seat and sat down. "So?!" asked a very nosy Angelina. "What?" I asked back. "What did he want?" Katie asked. "He wanted to re-schedule." I said calmly. "That jerk!" Fred said. "What?" I looked at him. "He does not like you, seriously." Fred continued. "FRED!" Katie scolded. "It's Cedric's feelings, not yours. So how would you know?" I asked. "Don't you realize everytime he asks someone out and he delays, he'll end up with some other girl?" Fred continued. "You're talking too much rubbish. Cedric's great." Alicia said. "Oh yeah, explain Cho and the next day he ended up with Marietta." George said, backing up Fred.

"Is that true?" I asked disgusted.

"That was ages ago!" Angelina told off.

"Let Strophe go, she's a free woman. I know all you men fancy her." Alicia smirked at the boys.

"What?" I asked dumb-founded.

"The whole male population in Hogwarts loves you. Except for the blokes with girlfriends. Their girlfriends hate you by the way." Angelina laughed. "I heard some first-year boys wrote hearts around Strophe's name." Alicia said as they all burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes.

"In Beauxbatons, Fleur's the one who got all the attention." I said. "Oh, I heard about her. She's kind of famous isn't she?" Katie asked. "Her parents, yeah. Not to mention she's fine!" George said as he licked his lips. "OH, stop." I said laughing.

I walked back to my room and wrote a letter to Dad:

Dear Dad,

I'm feeling happy again. I've met wonderful people here at Hogwarts, but I'm just not so sure if I can trust them yet like my old ones at Beauxbatons, remember? I just don't want to end up like last time. And BTW, all men here fancy me. It's annoying really. Love you dad!

XOXO,

Astrophel.

I woke up, it's a Saturday. Oh wow did it feel great. Not to be carrying so many books and quills and inks. Sigh.

"Get up!" Angelina said and slapped my arm. "OWW!" I yelled as I quickly got up. "Yeah, she sucks when she wakes people up. Your children are gonna hate you, Angelina!" Alicia said as Katie laughed.

"What time is it?" I asked not sure. "Eleven." Angelina replied. "Great, I'm late." I said as I went to shower.

I got back and changed into casual clothing. A white singlet with black three quarter pants (plus white tights) and my ankle boots. I took my red leather jacket and slung it over my shoulders for now.

"You're wearing that?" Alicia asked wide-eyed. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "Isn't it a bit too much? I mean, it's just Hogsmeade, and you're not even going on a date!" she asked. "I'm not even wearing a dress. Just a singlet and pants." I said. "Yeah but most of us just wear a T-Shirt and jeans." She said looking at me amazingly. "Fine, I'll change." I said.

I changed into something more common. I wore a T-Shirt saying 'Be You (tiful)' and wore a long cardigan with skinny jeans. "Is this fine?" I asked Katie. "Could've been more normal, but alright." She said.

"Oh, you have a letter by the way." Alicia informed. I picked up the letter and tore it excitedly.

Hi, love.

I think to make yourself happy; you should just follow your instincts. I'm sure these people are greater friends than those Beauxbatons people, yeah? And make sure you don't hurt them or that'll just happen back to you. Alright sweetie, I've got to go. I'm so busy at work (this explains the messy handwriting).

BYE! LOVE YOU. – Dad.

I sighed. Thanks Dad.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. But i'll get to the interesting parts later. Again, reviews would so make my day! :)