Petunia closed the door to her room quietly, leaning against in and closing her eyes. She let the darkness of the room wrap around her, the ambient noise nearly lulling her to sleep where she stood. She shook herself, pushing off from the door and heading for her desk.

Yellow light illuminated her work space in an instant. She stretched across the desk, cracking the window open to let in some fresh air. Finally, settled in her seat, she fished out the letter.

'To: Miss Lucy Charleston'

Reading that sounded funny in her head. How long had it been since someone called her that? It was the perfect pen-name though, considering her situation.

The girl smiled to herself, quickly ripping open the envelope.

'Miss Charleston,

I'll admit I was incredibly surprised to receive word from you. I'll have you know I was under prepared for your work. I was expecting something a little risque from you're introduction letter. What I was not expecting was what ever THAT was!

The way you strung the reader along only to whop them up the back side of the head with such passion. And yet it didn't feel unnatural or forced. It was a beautiful portrayal of love and intimacy, especially considering it was only a few pages long. I already feel rather attached to both Luna and Harry as characters, I do hope we'll get to see them in a proper story at some point.

You said that was simply something you 'Whipped up on the spot' I believe. Though it's not a phrase I'm familiar with, it imparted an effortless feeling. That leads me to believe that you only sent you're last letter to catch my eye.

I congratulate you on you're success.

Please write me something. I do not care what the premise is, I trust you're judgment. We need a story with similar emotional connection to your last entry, something for our young budding women. If we can carve your name into they're hearts now, they will follow you're work in years to come. If you need any recommendations, please let me know. Somehow, I feel you are a free spirit and will already have something in the works for me.

We're a rather small company Miss Lucy. Looking at the quality of your work, you could easily have gone with someone more experience. I do see you have some rather peculiar requirements for a contract. Other companies might have issue with only corresponding though letters, but it shouldn't trouble us.

We fully support you're need for a pen-name 'Lucy'. In fact, I consider it a requirement for someone writing such provocative stories. The last thing we need is someone you're acquainted with connecting the dots.

I'm hoping that you'll find it agreeable to receive you're pay through the mail. I understand that might seem a little preemptive to bring up, but please understand this is business. Both you and I are out to make a living, and as such this is rather important. If you have another method you'd rather, please let me know.

I look forward to you're next letter.

~Kathy Olsen,

Editor in Chief of Hope Springs Publications. '

Petunia was practically glowing! She spun around the room with excitement, giggling to herself. She was amused by the woman's reaction, having thought what she wrote was rather tame. She hadn't wanted to scare the woman off, but it seemed like she needed to dial it back even more.

All she did was write up a little blerb about Harry and Luna kissing in the astronomy tower. Luna did nibble on the boy's ear lobe, but that was it! Gosh, the people in the 70's didn't know what they were in for if they thought THAT was risque.

She looked over the letter once more, glad she'd been given the go ahead to write something up. There were still a few things she needed to get settled first before she could sign a contract with Kathy. The girl needed a way to cash her checks, somewhere her parents wouldn't know about.

Luckily she had time before that was a true concern.

The days passed peacefully, the unusual heat dying back at last. Autumn was now upon them, a nip in the air threatening the coming cold. She'd written Kathy back, asking for a contract to be written up as soon as possible. The girl was still mulling about idea's for that story, but the spy series was more of a priority at the moment.

She had just handed over the first book, simply saying the title was a work in progress. Mr. Deppe was properly surprised by the size of the package he was handed, but agreed to deliver it to his friend. Petunia smiled, planning to be done with the second book by the time the man got back to her. The girl couldn't wait to see the man's face when she handed him the next package.

Petunia's birthday was a small thing, though both Eileen and Severus were in attendance. They had cake and ice cream and just enjoyed the day together. Petunia loved it!

Her parents surprised her with her very own type writer! Severus joked that they should attach it to her desk, lest she try and bring it everywhere instead of her book. Everyone laughed, unaware how much Petunia missed her lap-top at the boys idea.

It was just sooooo much easier to use! Also, not having the internet was a bother. Lucy's memories were her saving grace in so many ways! The girl knew the darnedest things, like the fact that you could kill a person with a needle of air in between the toes?

Guess what happens in book two of the spy story? Yeah, Hermione figures out that someone was murdered that way.

When Petunia reached for the gift from her sister, she found a small white box with a single ribbon around it. She gasped, finding a beautiful carved wooden ink pen set in box of green satin. The pen was carved from Aspen, swirled and chiseled in such a way that it sat perfectly in her hand. There was a silver metal clip wrapped around it, allowing her to carry it on her person. Though it needed to be refilled from an ink bottle.

Petunia smothered her sister with kisses, nuzzling noses with her. The girl giggled, happy her gift was well received.

Severus slowly passed a small black box her way, stating his mother helped him pick it out. It was heavier than she expected, making the girl curious. Inside she found a large blue ink pot. Inside swirled the most beautiful white ink. The liquid twisted with sparkles, shimmering like liquid stardust. On the label read the elegant script Encre Licorne.

Petunia's mouth hung open in shock. It had been years since Lucy had taken French, the girl only lasted two weeks before jumping ship. She really wished she had stuck with it! Shaking her regrets, the girl grinned widely at the boy thanking him with a proper hug.

"You'll find that ink lasts much longer than one would expect." Eileen mused, passing over a small package wrapped in brown paper. "Don't feel bad about using it properly, nor this."

Petunia opened the package to find an old fashioned leather journal, carved with the depiction of a snake and a badger. The girl traced over the soft image in awe.

"You'll find that will also last you much longer than one might expect." The corner's of the witches mouth were slightly turned up, a knowing look dancing in her eyes.

It clicked.

Magical… The book and ink were Magical!

Author's note: Ello! I'm so pleased you all are enjoying this story! I hope none of you are too disappointing it wasn't a late Hogwarts letter. Petunia will be getting into the magical world eventually. :3