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I'll Be Home For Christmas
I'm dreaming tonight
Of a place I love
Snow whirled past the library window gently, another layer of soft snow adding itself to the already thick blanket which covered the grounds.
Victoire Weasley lent back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the picturesque scene beyond the glass which separated her from the snowflakes. She chewed on the end of her quill as she turned her attention to the blank piece of parchment in front of her.
Dear Teddy, she wrote before hesitating again. What next? The last time she'd seen him was while on the platform and he'd kissed her. Though they'd written during the term neither had brought up what had happened.
She slowly wrote out a short letter before reading over it and sighing.
Dear Teddy,
With only ten days to go the term seems to be moving in fast forward, leaving very little time to just be or write to anyone hence why I'm only just replying to you last letter.
My school work has been very time-consuming but what else should one expect from N.E.W.T.'s? I'm just starting to understand your stress.
Here Victoire had stopped, unable to think of anything to add. If she asked how he was or how his work was would he read too much into it? If she avoided the subject would he be hurt? If she mentioned how much she missed him would he think her desperate? Or did he feel the same way?
I can't wait to see everyone at Christmas. It seems like an age since I last saw them all. I hope your work is going well and I shall see you soon.
Lo Best Wishes,
Victoire
She sighed before climbing to her feet and throwing her bag over her shoulder before leaving the library. The corridors were chilly and empty as no one was lingering, choosing instead to hurry off to their warm common rooms.
Victoire hurried up the stairs to the Owlery where she attached her letter to the leg of one of the school owls. She shivered as she carried him to a glass-less window where she watched him as he flew away, wondering why life had to become so complicated. Why couldn't they stay in childhood where everything was so easy and best friends were just best friends and not the person who would send your heart racing and cause tingles up and down your spine.
She sighed and shook her head, her deep blue eyes fixed on the drifting snowflakes.
Why did things have to change?
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
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