May 7th ~ Alora Atwood
Dear Vyllie,
This is the first letter i've written to you since you died. A week ago you said you wanted to see your Dad on summer break, but I convinced you to stay. If you had gone to see him, you wouldn't have been here when those three Death Eaters invaded the castle. You wouldn't have died, and it's partially my fault. We buried you today. I miss you already. None of us have seen Draco or Enzo since you died. I'm sorry Vyllie. I really am.
Love, Alora
May 14 ~ Freya Lovegood
Dear Vyllie,
Alora and I have decided to alternate weeks on which we write to you. I miss you Odinson. I've been keeping up in my class, trying to move on. Not because I want to forget about you, but because it's what I know you would want me to do. Still haven't seen Draco, but Enzo's been bringing muffins to our door every morning. He always brings three. Three muffins. I don't have the guts to tell him he doesn't have to get three now, since you're gone. I feel like I'm the only one keeping things together back home at Hogwarts. Alora's been leaving every class halfway through to go to the bathroom and cry, hard. I just wish I could bring you back to life.
Love always, Frey
June 21 ~ Lorenzo Berkshire
Dearest Ettie,
I was going to start this letter with, "Hey! How are you?" But then I realized that you aren't alive, which makes me succumb to the fact that you're not coming back. Ever. Fuck I miss you. I'm falling apart here Ettie. Dray's been in his room with the door locked since we came back from the funeral. He thinks it's his fault, but I understand now that he had no choice. Hopefully he'll understand that we understand.
Love, Enzo
July 16 ~ Blaise Zabini
Dear Etta,
Alora has me writing in this stupid diary which we're going to bury next to your grave at the end of the year. The truth is, I try to act okay, but on the inside I find myself reminiscing of the wide-eyed brunette I met on the Hogwarts Express. "I'm Vylette, but you can call me Etta." You said, as you shook my hand. When I told Enzo and Malfoy about our encounter they freaked out. God what I would do to shake your hand once more. I miss you Etta. I'll write again soon.
Love, Blaise
August 8 ~ Alora Atwood
Dear Vyllie,
I'm really sorry. Today was supposed to be Draco's turn to write, but none of us have heard more than a slam of a door or screaming from him in months. He's fucked up seriously. I'm home for break right now, which was well deserved. All of our grades have dropped. Blaise doesn't go to class, neither does Draco. We're all struggling Vyl. I miss you terribly.
Love you, Alora
September 24 ~ Freya Lovegood
Dear Vyllie,
We're back to school now. I've been spending a lot of time with Adrian. He's there for me. I don't sleep in our dorm anymore, Alora stays there alone. I think she likes being alone, my presence only reminds her that I'm the last person who saw you alive. You know what Enzo said to me today?
"Stop flaunting that you've moved on from Etta. You're being selfish, you got to see her alive. We didn't." It stung like a bitch. He acts as if I could have prevented it, you know I would have if I could. I'm a fast dueller, but Death Eater was just faster. I'm sorry Vyllie.
Love, Frey
October 30 ~ Lorenzo Berkshire
Dearest Ettie,
Today's Halloween, your favourite holiday. Etta your absence is causing a major tear in the group's friendship. I told Freya she was being selfish about a month ago and she hasn't talked to me since. I feel awful. I can't even play Quidditch because I'm too depressed to get out of bed. I always miss first period. Blaise is the only one doing Quidditch, it takes his mind off of you. He comes back to the dorm all cut up and bleeding. I'm worried for all of us.
Love, Enz
November 16 ~ Draco Malfoy
Etta,
I've finally left my room, I'm sure the others have written much about it. Blaise has Enzo and I playing Quidditch recreationally, but as soon as I put on my gear, I think of the time I took you right here in this very change room. I go down to the monument and place a kiss on your encarved name every morning. I find myself thinking of you every second of every hour. You appear in my dreams sometimes, sitting on the ottoman at the end of my bed. Sometimes it feels so real, like I could reach out and touch you. Sometimes I'll be alone and I get a hint of your sweet perfume. Sometimes it feels like you're right here, next to me.
Love forever, Draco
P.S. Happy Birthday, see I remembered this year. <3
Draco was not wrong. Etta had been with him every moment of every hour since he had left his room. She'd simply hide behind an illusion and watching him go about his day. She just wanted to be there.
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Fanfiction"Etta is dead. She's dead and its your fault, all of it. Do you understand why I'm angry? You killed the only person I have loved in my life." Vylette Forester was dead, but not forgotten. She did what she had to do, meaning her mortal life was us...
