Letters

by Laterose Vale

Ted and Andromeda never meant to fall in love. In Andromeda's case, she never meant to speak to Ted. But, they did, and they did it through a series of letters. These are the letters in question, donated by Andromeda herself, to help the uninformed better understand the weight of blood purism, and the idea that love can conquer all.

7. Chapter 6

January 9th, 1971

Dear Tonks,

I hate you. I hate you "with the fiery passion of a thousand white hot suns" as you so beautifully phrased it in your last letter. I hate that I'm saying this. I will talk to you, if only to learn more about your bizarre dream. Yes, I did actually read the entire letter, although I merely skimmed your list of food. You have rather strange friends. Blood-traitors and muggle-borns, no doubt.

I have a bit of an odd request of you. I am ashamed to say that your letters actually intrigue me. So, I offer a new deal to the table. Instead of talking during patrols, where I could be seen with you at any time, would you write me instead? I'll even throw in conversations when we get to the west wing of the second floor, where there are not any broom cupboards to find people snogging in.

So, Ted-not-Theodore, what do you say? Will you write me instead, at least for now?

Your acquaintance,

Andromeda (not 'Dromeda. Not 'Meda. Only my sisters call me Meda.)

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