Heya! So here is Chapter 2, and for those wondering, I did not like how the former chapter 2 turned out so I changed it to this one! I hope you guys like it! Please remember to REVIEW AND REVIEW! I'd love to hear feedback on the story and sadly still can't read minds! Still, thank you for reading and Have a nice day!
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First Year
Dear Aila,
How are you? Is Mistress Fernwitt the same as ever? The Summitt has come to an end by now if I am not mistaken. Did you enjoy yourself? Please tell me you at least danced a little. I know I am no longer there to force you to at least one dance but you should still do it. You dance beautifully, honestly, you should dance more. Oh, how I miss you, Aila. You have no idea how much. I miss our spot by the lake and picking stones, but must of all, I miss you mîn dêore lêof(1).
You asked how was life surrounded by witches and wizards, and they are not so bad. It has been quite the centuries since any of Albion had contact with an actual witch or wizard. They've changed. Not by much since there are still quite a few even at Hogwarts that are sketchy at best, and then there are others that I just want to hex for whole year. Those few are boys as you would expect and complete prats. I do not care if it's all 'in good fun'. What they do is nothing but bully and make fun at others expense. Complete utter prats they are.
Moving on to more pleasant subjects, I have been learning quite a good deal of magic and spells. It seems I have quite the art for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. Potions and Transfigurations are alright and History of Magic is a bit like lessons with Master Craig. Completely horrid and boring. They've also taught us how to fly on a broom, but that wasn't quite as enjoyable as it sounds. As it turns out, flying might not be my cup of ale so to speak. In any case, Hogwarts isn't so bad, and I do enjoy classes.
Still, I wish I could do all of this at home. I am not myself Aila. This Ryanne Cromwell feels like a chain weighing me down from enjoying everything. Alba helps of course. She is quite brilliant and I can't wait for you to meet her, or for you to learn what I have. I'm taking good notes so that's I'll be able to teach you all that I know.
Good-by for now Aila. Take care and do not miss me too much.
Best of love and wishes,
Ryaelle Crownwell.
P.S Are Aladar and Cyran still upset with me? With our parents?
Dearest Mother and Father,
In your last letter, you expressed concern because Headmaster Dumbledore fears that I do not get on with my peers as well as I ought. My hopes that this letter reassures you of the opposite. I have no issues with any of my housemates. I simply prefer my own company at most times. However at times to work with any given partner I am polite and efficient, and I'm sure neither Headmaster Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall nor any of my Professors can deny this.
You see, Headmaster Dumbledore's worry is for my lack of 'friends' within my own House or any at all. I am fine with this however for I know my time here is short and not meant to last. There is no use in making friends under such circumstances as mine are. Any friends I make at Hogwarts will have to be left behind since I have no intention of staying or visiting after my mission is done. My place is and always will be in Albion. I am sparing myself and peers any future pain with this decision.
My classes are all well, thank you for asking. Professor Flitwick and Arrington say that I have quite the gift for Charms and for Defense Against the Dark Arts, but you will find that Potions and Transfigurations are also Outstanding. Flying lessons are not so well but I do enjoy attending Quidditch, a game that uses the brooms wizards and witches fly in as well as three different types of play balls. It is quite the violent game but I enjoy it nonetheless, and I enjoy supporting my house, Gryffindor during the games.
Please remember to take care and give my love to Aladar and Cyran. Are they still not talking to any of you? They can't be upset for too long, can they? In any case, I love you, and I'm counting the days until I can return home.
Dear Rya,
I'm sorry to say that both Princes have left the court for the country. The Queen and King were quite furious when they found out, they left with only a note behind you see. Have they not written? Honestly, boys are more trouble than they are worth. I'm glad Pyrrass is too young for him to cause too much grief, or well, not as much as your brothers. Speaking of boys who are those few that caused you to use such foul language in writing? I ought to meet them that letter will forever be legendary. I'm glad everything is going well for you there, I was so worried.
To answer your questions I am indeed fine, or as fine as I can be and yes the Summitt has already passed. As for the dance, I will have you know that I danced twice. This time it was my sister, Nea, that forced me to dance. She has been quite attentive now that father's arranging for her marriage soon. Mistress Fernwitt is much the same still though her scolding has lost some of their usual edges. I think she misses you and all the trouble we caused together.
Rya I also miss you terribly. There is nothing worth doing anymore without you and I'm glad that now it will only be months before I see you again. Your letter worried me though. Are you alright Rya? I'm glad that Alba keeps you company but perhaps making some friends there will help too. I won't get jealous or angry if you do. I promise.
You will always by a Rya and my best friend, never forget that.
Until I receive your next letter,
Goodbye,
Aila Jovarys.
My darling daughter Ryaelle,
I am pleased to hear all of your classes are going well mîn lýtel cyninge(2). However, I do find some aspects of your letter alarming. Ryaelle, your time at Hogwarts, it is not a punishment child. I bid you keep enjoying yourself to the fullest and make friends. You cannot predict the future perhaps you will visit from time to time after your mission is done. Friends are always a blessing my child. If they are true then you can count that they will stand beside you always. Take this words of wisdom from an old king like your father.
Quidditch you say? I would love to hear much more about it when I see you again. It sounds interesting this flying game, of course, your mother does not approve. She read the word 'violent' and immediately claimed it was a savage's game. You know how she can be. As for your gift for Charms and Defense, well I can't say I'm surprised. You have always had much charm and with the bruises, we would often find on Cyran after he teased you too harshly I expect nothing but if not strength for defense.
We have kept some contact with your brothers and I regret to say that they are still very much upset. Now, do not fret mîn dêorling(3), they are not upset at you, rather for you. They are still furious with your mother and me for sending you away, and they thought you should have fought us on the matter. Seeing as you did not fight or struggle with the decision, they have taken it upon themselves do so for you.
Your mother is upset with them too seeing as they left Elsmyre and the capital with only a note behind. Rather childish but it is Aladar and Cyran. They have always been rather reckless in their actions. I expect them to return once you do, however, so you will be seeing them again come summer.
Take good care Ryelle
Love,
Cyran Carvaz King Consort of Albion
Dear Aila,
I'm truly sorry to be the cause of any concern. You do not have to worry about me Aila, I am fine honest. I know you would never be jealous of any other friends I make, you have no reason to. However, it is my choice to remain by myself. As I have said, Alba is all I need in this Realm and that is that. As for your comment on my foul language, I will remind you that my vocabulary is still as pure as ever. There is nothing special to say about those boys only that they are sadly from the House I was sorted into and are completely horrid. Well, one of them is alright, polite and very kind but his friends are all awful.
I heard from Father that Mother is still very much angry with Aladar and Cyran. In truth, I never expected them to act so childishly but I can understand why somewhat. They still haven't written but I don't expect them to at this point. You know they can be rather stubborn at times so I would pray that Pyrass is not the same.
Remind me to congratulate your sister. Forcing you to dance is quite feat all by itself. I did not know that Lord Jovarys was arranging for marriages already. Nea still has a few more months of being truly of age does she not? I guess he must really which to give Nea a good match.
Mistress Fernwitt misses me? And our trouble? Why I never thought the day would come! Maybe I should write to her as well though I'm not so sure as to what I'd say. Perhaps you should just send her my care and tell her that I am well and prospering?
Counting the days until I will be home again,
Ryaelle Crownwell
My beloved Father,
I believe you have my classes misinterpreted papa. Charms is a class where we learn day to day spells among others as well and Defense Against the Dark Arts is dueling and learning how to defend and be knowledgeable of the dangers within the wizarding world. They are both very useful and quite entertaining though I do enjoyTransfigurationn and most times Potions as well.
Quidditch is not savage, at least I wouldn't say it is though I understand why mother would disapprove. She has never been one to condone violence of any sort. Is she feeling better about Aladar and Cyran? I have not received any news from them and I can't help but worry that they are upset with me. They said I should not have been so willing to accept such a decision as to send me away, but what could I do?
You make a good argument father but the choice still remains with me and I have already decided. Do not worry for I am not completely alone. I have Alba, my familiar. All will be well Father, even more so because time is passing quickly and I will soon see you and Albion again.
Until such a time, good-bye,
Love and best of wishes,
Ryaelle Crownwell First Princess of Albion
Dearest Most Beloved Sister,
I hope you can forgive Cyran and me for our lack of contact. Father has informed us on his latest letter that you believed this to be due to our anger towards you. Now, I know I have said this perhaps a thousand times but Rya, no one could ever be angry at you. Certainly not us, my sweet sister. We are upset that you were taken from us and for Mother and Father to make such a hasty decision, but this is only because that should not have been your burden Rya. It should have been mines and Cyran's for we are the oldest.
Now you are far from home, in a strange world where it could or couldn't be hostile towards you. You are our little sister and we cannot protect you whilst you are there.
Still, I know our actions have caused you and our parent's much grief and though we are reluctant to admitt it it does fill us with guilt. I hope you have been taking care and are making many friends. I see no reason to worry about your classes, you have always been brilliant. Only a few more months and you will be home. Stay strong Rya and do not fret we will certainly be there to receive you with open arms
With love and care,
Aladar Crownwell III Crown Prince Heir of Albion
Ryaelle read over Aladar's first letter for what had to be the ten thousand time since she had received it and replied to it. She had been so happy when McGonagall had delivered the new letters, in private of course, and she's seen one in particular with Aladar's elegant writing. Her happiness showed too because the older witch had commented on it once she had seen the raven-haired princess smile so widely. Ryaelle did not bother covering her happiness even as she reached the Gryffindor Common Room where her other housemates witnessed what they thought to be the impossible.
Ever since the young princess had arrived it was noted that she hardly ever smiled or spoke to anyone that was not her dog. Unless anyone spoke to her or she was forced to, Ryaelle was more silent than a tomb.
It had been quite the uproar within those her year and dormmates had seen her so happy reading over a letter. Ryaelle had ignored all the curious looks and whispers, however, preferring to focus on more crucial things. Now, she was finally packing to head over to the Headmasters office where Dumbledore would take her home.
What Ryaelle had so longly awaited for was finally happening and she could no longer wait.
"Ah, Ryanne?" A hesitant voice called stopping Ryaelle from heading towards Dumbledore's office. This caused the young princess to breathe in to hide her frustration as she turned towards the person that had called her.
Lily Evans.
"Yes, Evans?" Ryaelle questioned her tone smooth and polite as she had been polished to always do. A princess was never rude after all. "Is there something you need?"
"No, it's just," Evans paused shifting nervously on her legs before raising her head, green eyes firm and confident as they locked on with Ryaelle's. "Aren't you boarding the train back home?" The young redhead witch asked to which Rayelle shook her head.
"The Headmaster is to take me home," Ryaelle replied drawing a few curious looks with her response from the other students proving as a witness. The whispers started once more. "You see I have no actual parents nor guardians that can pick me up at the station, and so the Headmaster took it upon himself to bring me back home himself. So I wouldn't miss my chance to attend Hogwarts." She smiled stiffly before nodding at Evans and attempting to leave once more.
"Weren't you at the Hogwarts Express when we arrived, Cromwell?" Another voice asked out loud out loud, one that Ryaelle still wished she could punch into a wall on her better days.
Sirius Black. A constant pest while Ryaelle had wanted nothing more than some peace. While others left her alone, Black bothered and attempted to speak to her constantly. He was not put out by her polite responses as most were and even replied accordingly at times. He was a bane and Ryaelle was happy to be rid of him, and his friends though Lupin seemed alright. The others though, the others were just as bad as Black just less annoying at least where she was concerned.
"Not that such business is any of your Black, but yes I was," Ryaelle forced herself to smile and still remain as polite and courteous as she could. "Professor McGonagall was the one to take me there seeing as I couldn't possibly do so, and had no one else. Now if you would excuse me, I'd rather be heading back home." She nodded at Black and this time moved quicker when attempting to leave. Ryaelle did not want to have to answer any more questions. She wanted to go home, to see Aila, Her parents, Aladar and Cyran. She wanted to walk the ground of the palace and be who she was. She would be able to be Ryaelle again, and she could not wait.
Ryaelle wasted no time in saying the password to the gargoyle that was the entrance to the Headmasters office and rushing in only to have McGonagall and Dumbledore waiting for her. Their eyes went to her just as she entered their office both surprised to find the overjoyed and lively expression on Ryaelle's face once they did.
"Ready to go home, Your Highness," The Headmaster asked in a curious tone blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses.
Instantly Ryaelle schooled her expression and nodded. "Yes, I am sir." She replied airly and smiling brilliantly. I'm going home!
Translations
(1)Mîn dêore lêof: My dear Friend
(2)Mîn lýtel cyninge: My little queen
(3)Mîn dêorling: My darling