Problems and Worries Chapter 32:

In a room painted in muted forest green, with heavy, amber-coloured brocade curtains and decorated with various posters, on a four-poster King Sized bed (though the inhabitant referred to it as "Army Size"), rested an 11-year-old girl with masculine features, brown hair to beyond the shoulders, and green eyes currently staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her arms to the side, Elizaveta tried to digest what she'd been told by her grandfather as she'd done for the past two days.

She knew from reading A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, and A Further History of Magic by Hermione Granger, that squibs had been considered something of a malady, a scandal within the family, until at least the 21st century (and in some cultures still), but she'd never thought that it would apply to her own family. Was she stupid to think like that?

No, she wasn't stupid. Her teachers had always said so. Naïve, then?

It sounded better at least. And would explain why, instead of dwelling on this any further, she turned to the letters she'd received by owl.

Immersing herself in someone else's problems were a lot better than dealing with your own. Especially when you couldn't really solve them.

Lizzie,

What does a girl mean, when she says, "it's not you, it's me"? I would like to believe she means exactly what she says, but there was something about the way she said it, that makes me doubt. Hope you have a great Christmas, and I'll see you again.

Love,

Francis

PS: Can you believe I'm forbidden from using French when writing my Holidays Homework, and Homework in general? I mean, French is the language of superiority, and Love; it should be allowed everywhere!

The letter made Elizaveta smile.

So typical of Francis.

Despite attending a British school, he insisted on using French. Sometimes to the point of using it exclusively.

Francis,

Maybe you're forbidden from using French because you don't stop using it? For our last Transfiguration homework, you wrote French at the entire parchment.

When it comes to your girl problem; you're the one to blame not her.

At least according to her.

Sincerely,

Liz

That took care of Francis, now for Antonio,

Liz,

I'm going to be at Francis' place from next week on. Since he has a telephone at his place, do you think you could try and call it?

I want to learn how to use it, and the best way to do that, is by using it, right?

Have an enjoyable Christmas, and don't open my gift before Sixth of January. Please, it will mean so much to me.

Sincerely,

Antonio

PS: Any thought on what I should give Gilbert?

Wow. Elizaveta was impressed that Antonio had remembered the correct word for telephone. Not every sorcerer did. Sometimes, it seemed that she spent half her time correcting people, and it made her feel so matronly. At least she didn't have to do that with Antonio now.

Antonio,

Of course, I'll call, just remember not to shout. I've got very sensitive ears; I'll hear you even if you whisper.

Regarding Gilbert; broom kit.

He's been complaining that the stack of his old one is starting to deplete.

Sincerely,

Liz

She hoped that Antonio wouldn't reveal that she'd given him the idea for his Christmas gift to Gilbert; Gilbert could be so weird sometimes, only wanting the people who gave him gifts to come up with the gifts they gave. And when he didn't make wish lists that was difficult to do. Apparently, the idiot thought that it should be obvious what he wanted; anything "awesome" would do. That others wouldn't know what he would perceive as "awesome" was something he never considered that adorable idiot. Adorable? Where had that come from? Shaking her head, as if she could dispel all thoughts of Gilbert being adorable (ridiculous, of course), she concentrated her attention to the two letters that had arrived while she was occupied with her thoughts about Gilbert.

One was from Francis,

Lizzie,

I don't see the problem with only writing in French.

Love,

Francis

Of course, you wouldn't Francis, Elizaveta thought with a fond shake of her head.

The other letter was from Antonio,

Liz,

I heard from Francis that you're going to be at Gilbert's around Christmas, could you still call me?

The Beilschmidt Family's got a telephone.

Sincerely,

Antonio

By the time, Elizaveta was finished with her correspondence, she didn't even notice that her mood had lifted.

Author's notes:

Unlike my other chapters, this one won't include In the Next Chapter, because I haven't written that chapter yet, and I don't want to wait until I've done so with publishing this one. Hope that's okay.

Hope you enjoyed your reading.

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