Chapter Three Mother
Dear Lavena, Wednesday, April 20th
I'm sorry it's been so long since I last wrote. There's nothing wrong, I've just been awful busy, No worries! Too much homework and quidditch practice, I don't see how you could have done it when you were here.
Seamus is fine, don't worry.. He still gets upset when he's awake, but he's getting better every day.. In fact, yesterday, he actually willingly swallowed five of the potions! I know that you asked for me to tell you of any news, so there it is. I do have some bad news though. The open wound on his chest has become infected. Don't worry, it's nothing Madam Pomfrey can't handle, it's just that she can't treat it with magic just now because of all the potions and such that he is being given at the moment. The infection had given him a bit of a fever lately, but I'm helping out as much as I can, so in my professional opinion, I can safely say that he is over the worst, just as long as he doesn't over exert himself. I guess aside from him waking up, we don't really have to worry about that.
My classes are fine; Hagrid (my Care of Magical Creatures professor) says every day that he can't wait until Seamus is back. That was always his best class. Professor Sprout says that she hopes that he will be back into action before the end of the year because she had made the end assignment especially for him and Neville but shush, I wasn't suppose to tell anyone. It's going to be centered around mimbulus mimbletonias. I'm really looking forward to it, I know Neville is too (He'll do really well on it), but it's kind of a sad anticipation. Every Herbology class, I look over at Seamus's empty place, and hope to the gods that he comes back soon. Things are so different without him. But like you said, stay positive.
I know I've asked this in almost every letter, but you never answer me. I'm wondering if you could please, PLEASE tell me what it is that everyone else knows about what happened to Seamus when he was gone. I know that you know, so you can't lie to me. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm not old enough; I wouldn't be able to handle it. But I know I could. I've had to handle a lot in the past few weeks, and you know it, but to be able to handle more, I need to know what happened. Besides, what's all this about not being old enough? My birthday's passed, I'm of age, how much older does everyone want me to get?
I guess I should end this letter, I'm supposed to be writing an essay on my crup for Professor Hagrid, and I haven't even started yet.
I hope this letter finds you well, give my love to Brian. Write back soon, I'll keep you posted.
Elizabeth Thornburn