The Queen of Vipers || Fred Weasley

II.IV

Electra,

You don't understand the relief it is to hear you're okay. After reading the Daily Prophet headline, I assumed the worst.

Now, tell me more about this Death Eater. Was there anything distinguishable about him? A scar, tattoo other than the Dark Mark, maybe a missing tooth? It's okay if you don't remember, I just want to keep you as safe as possible this far away.

Onto another topic, you don't have to send me chocolates and first aid kits for every full moon, you know. Though I appreciate them more than you realize and I'm honored you think of me every cycle, but there's no need to go overboard on my behalf.

Also, I've found a temporary job, so please stop the constant worrying. It's in a Muggle bookstore. I've told them I have a chronic illness as you've suggested and may need some time off here and there, so it should hold up longer than most of my other jobs. I still think calling my lycanthropy a chronic illness is a bit distasteful, and I know you just want what's best for me and I suppose it's not too far off... We'll just have to see how long it takes for them to get suspicious when I come back with bandages.

My sweet niece just always sees the good in me, and I suppose it's time I do the same. Thank you.

Stay out of trouble,

Moony

Moony,

I would rather take a tumble down the Grand Staircase, top to bottom, shifting staircases and all, than stop sending you care packages for full moons. It's selfish really. I like to know that you're reminded you're not alone after those long nights.

I'm thrilled to hear you've found something after this summer, and a bookstore is a perfect fit for you. Your office at Hogwarts was just about floor to ceiling in your own collection and the ones you hoarded from the library. Now, if things go my way (and you know how I'm determined enough to always get it) bandages after full moons will be a thing of the past. Don't ask questions, just have faith in me as I am "one of the most cunning witches you've ever known" or something to that effect, I'm sure you've said that about me at some point, I don't see why you haven't.

As for the Death Eater, honestly, I only remember he had grey eyes. He said something about looking like someone. Like I could be "her" daughter, or something like that. Whoever "her" is. But that's kind of stupid, isn't it? Of course I'm someone's daughter, you dolt.

Who is he talking about though? Did dad ever tell you who my mom is? I can't remember ever having one. There is a woman with long gold hair, the one that saved me, but I don't know if that's her. I don't think dad would have... you know... with a Death Eater. Right?

I'll keep you updated on this term, I'm writing from the Hogwarts Express now. I know I won't be the only one to miss you this year. Hopefully we don't get another Lockhart. I'll have to drag you back myself.

Look out for my care package soon.

- Electra

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Electra sat on the sink as she took a long drag of her cigarette, feet resting on the toilet seat.

She'd finished changing into her school robes a while ago, but took the moment to herself while other the Prefects were listening to the new Head Boy and Girl's beginning of the year spiel.

She leaned her head back against the cool mirror as she exhaled. Electra felt this foreboding sense of doom start to slowly cloud around her the closer they got to Hogwarts. She hoped it wasn't her Clairvoyance and just her subconscious dreading schoolwork.