February 15th, 1971

Teddy-

YOU IDIOT! YOU BLOODY GIT! Why would you fight those boys? I have written proof that I told you not to hurt them, and that I could handle it. So what do you do? You fight them! I'm so glad my wishes mean that much to you. And now you've landed yourself in the Hospital Wing?

I'm sitting next to your hospital bed now, writing this on an old textbook and a half-broken quill. As far as we've counted you have over twenty injuries. Two broken legs (now healed, but still weak), one fractured wrist (healed, but unbending), seven large gashes across your back and arms (magical, and still healing), two black eyes, a broken nose, a busted lip, three missing teeth, two broken toes, a torn ear (right one, in case you were wondering), and a severe concussion. Madam Celandine says that you won't wake up for a week at least.

I'm going to miss you so much.

I've been thinking for a while, and I cheated a little bit in the secret game. I told you weeks ago that I might like a bloke. I did like him. I still like him. That was, of course, before he went and got himself half-killed in my defense. Now, I think I love him. Don't tell him, of course. That would be awful. He likes some other girl. He told me all about her.

What I'm trying to say is, Theodore Thomas Tonks, I'm afraid I've fallen in love with you. Terrible, isn't it? The crazy part, is that it really only took two months. I didn't think that was possible. Of course, Evie had to beat me out and fall for Aiden even faster. It's just, you've managed to make me love you in one-sixth of a year, and my parents haven't really managed it in all 18 years. Sad isn't it?

Thank you, Teddy, for being so nice to me when I was so rotten to you. You took time to talk to me, and realize I wasn't one of my sisters, and helped me change what I was too scared to recognize. I'd really like to still be your friend, and I promise I'll stay out of your way this holiday if it's awkward for you. I just had to tell you, in case you had died, or in case you forgot after the concussion.

So, don't die, Teddy. I'm sorry I told you not to fight, because I never could have stopped them the way you did. I'm sorry my family is rotten, and that I was a part of their rubbish ideas for so long. I'm sorry my sister may have killed those people, and I'm sorry it's my fault you're lying in front of me unconscious right now. If this is my karma, then I'm sorry it affected you.

My secret: More than once I fantasized about marrying a muggle-born, just because of the tragedy of the idea. I never thought it would really happen.

Love,

Meda

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