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a/n: I had some free time and wrote this little chapter. Thought I'd explain why Jude's at The Leaky Cauldron. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
A Song of Despair
CHAPTER THREE
Dad,
Roger's asked me to come with him to Brazil this summer. I said yes. Don't bother sending the elves for my summer clothes, I'll just stop at Gringotts before we leave and get some gold so I can buy clothes there. I'm not sure, but I think we'll be travelling all over the country so I can't really tell you any specifics. I'll write when I can.
I promise I'll come back before the end of August so we can go visit Mum together.
Jude
Dear Mr. Solomon Craine,
I'm inquiring about a room for the summer at The Leaky Cauldron. I would like to rent it for the summer beginning June 21st, 1944. I am prepared to pay however much the cost.
Please owl back as soon as convenient.
Respectfully,
Jude Heathrow
Jude,
A little warning next time would be appreciated. I'll transfer some more gold to your account so you won't have to worry about money.
If anything happens, you can find me here at the house, I cancelled most of my business trips when I still thought you'd be coming home for the summer.
Be safe.
Janis Heathrow
CEO & Founder of Quality Quidditch Supplies
Dear Jude,
Well I'm here. In Brazil, Sao Paulo to be exact. And you're not.
I still don't understand why you couldn't go. I mean, I know the invitation came late but I thought it was already implied when I told you about the trip back in May. Now I'm stuck with my Mum and Dad and Charlus. Speaking of, the moron's already gotten blind drunk and stripped naked on the beach.
We've been here less than a week.
Anyways, aside from Potter's pale arse, Brazil's beautiful. It's so green and luscious over here. The creatures buzz so loudly at night too. Having shared a room with Will for six years, I thought I would be used to the noise but even I had trouble sleeping the first night. I've taken some pictures, which I'll include when I send this.
There's another family of wizards sharing the beach with us. They're from Spain, I think. Mum's the only one who's met them but we're having dinner together tonight so I'll tell you about them later.
That's all really. I haven't done much aside from walk around the beach and this little area behind the house taking pictures. I'll write if more happens.
Yours,
Roger
P.S Charlus Potter would like you to know he sends his best and that he did not get blind drunk at the beach on the very first week of summer vacation. Although, if he did, he says it would have been in a very respectable manner. Moron.
Roger,
Fuck, Roger.
You won't believe what happened to me a few of days ago. I had an argument with Tom Riddle in the middle of The Leaky Cauldron! In the middle of the night! I don't even know the bloke! I told him to shut up.
Oh bugger! I told Tom Riddle, a Slytherin prefect, to shut up.
Fuck. Shit. Flippin' Hell!
That was so rude of me to do! I should go apologize right? But wait, it was like a week ago. I'm exaggerating; it was like two days ago. Do you think it's too late? I saw him a couple of times since then and he refuses to come near me so I think it might be.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!
I don't want to be a Slytherin target!
Fuck I totally screwed up didn't I?
J.H
P.S. The pictures were beautiful. Although, the one with Charlus' arse was a bit… risqué?
P.P.S. A. Slytherin. Prefect.
Jude,
First of all, what the hell were you doing at The Leaky Cauldron in the middle of the night? You know that place gets dangerous at night. What the hell were you doing at The Leaky Cauldron in the first place? I thought your house was connected to the Diagon Alley floo.
Second of all, what was the argument about?
Third of all, didn't I tell you the bloke was bad news? I knew it the moment the sorting hat shouted his house name, I knew it at the station when he bumped into me and didn't apologize, and now you know it too.
Fourth of all, I can't tell you what to do until I know what the argument was about. For now, just staying away seems to be a good idea.
Fifth of all, Potter got mad at me for sending that picture of his arse to you. He's demanding I give it back, but since you're the only one with the copy, a trip to your Gringotts vault is warranted.
Sixth of all, the other wizard family is from Spain and they're an old pureblood one too. Mum's having a field day. They have twin sons, ten years old, maybe going to Durmstrang in September, and a daughter our age. I haven't met her yet; apparently she's visiting friends in Rio and won't be arriving for two more days. I heard she goes to Beaubaxton.
Seventh of all, I'm running out of things to talk about. Write back soon and this time full coherent sentences would be nice.
Yours,
Roger
P.S. Before you lock away that precious picture, do me a favour and make more copies then send it to everyone you know?
P.P.S. Yes, Slytherin prefect. Got it.
Jude,
I assume you haven't written because you're busy having a wonderful time but for my sanity, please do so as soon as possible.
You know she would want the same thing.
Janis Heathrow
CEO & Founder of Quality Quidditch Supplies
Dad,
Yes, sorry. We're having a wonderful time here. I included some pictures.
Jude
P.S. I'd like to think I know what she'd want too.
Roger,
I forgot to tell you my Dad's away on business so I thought staying at The Leaky Cauldron would be more fun. I didn't want to stay in that house all by myself. He'll be back in a couple of days, so it's not like I'll be here all summer.
Also, I tried apologizing. I think I made it worse. I decided to either avoid him completely or just lock myself away in my room which will help with the avoiding and I won't be a walking target. Anyways, what the argument was about isn't important. Besides, I don't think telling you will help your opinions about him.
I also forgot to ask you this in my last letter, but do you remember that apparition instructor we bribed before fifth year to give us our license? Do you think he does that kind of thing for other people? Because I'll be honest, he seemed a little like he was too used to a couple of fifteen year olds with a bag of gold begging for their license.
Anyways, can you believe two weeks have gone by already since school ended? We're going to be seventh years in a couple of months. Merlin, that's a scary thought. I don't think I'm ready for it yet. I don't think I'll ever be ready. I haven't even thought about what I'm going to do after graduation. Shit, I always thought I'd have more time. I think Dad wants me to help him with the shop in Diagon Alley but I hardly know anything about Quidditch and the thought of the business end where you work in an office from 9AM to 5PM is nauseating to me. Maybe if he does expect me to work for him, I can convince him to let me handle the overseas project. At least then I could travel. That'd be nice right? Maybe you could come with me? Although, with the muggle war going on atop the Grindelwald situation, I'm not sure he'd let me.
It's getting worse over here, I was at Madam Malkin's the other day and The Stationary Shop down the street was attacked! The witch that was working there was taken to St. Mungo's. Apparently, they had to regrow most of her bones. The aurors showed up and ordered everyone to go home. They shut down Diagon Alley down for a couple of days, so I was stuck in my room. They've reopened it again but I've been a little scared to go out. I might just stick it out here until Dad comes back.
There's someone knocking on the door so I'll have to end this letter here. I hope you and Charlus are having a good time. Tell me more about Sao Paulo and take more pictures. I'll be waiting for your letter.
J.H
P.S. My sentences are always coherent, thank you very much.