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Dear Ophelia ,

Today I visited your dormitory in the Hufflepuff Common Room. The room was dripping with the scent of fresh flowers , circular windows allowing one to look at the green blades of grass that swayed with the zephyr. Honey coloured carpets , stitched with an outlining fabric of black covered the wooden floor , and potted plants adorned the otherwise bare corners of the room.

What made it feel even more so like home , were the beautiful pieces of poetry , polaroids caught from a muggle camera , moving pictures that hung from the walls ; as well as the ornate flowering plants that hung from the ceiling , emerald leaves drooping down like a curtain of peridot.

The entire room had an air of cheer to it ,the yellow and black emphasised by the use of highly polished , honey-coloured wood. The picture of Helga Hufflepuff hung from the wall above the hearth , smiling down at everyone. Couches , armchairs , cushions and blankets were scattered all over - and a vibrantly coloured quilt with several patches.

Upon asking , you said that the original blanket was rumoured to belong to Helga Hufflepuff herself , and that , over the years every students stitched a bit more of fabric into it - making it large enough to cover the entire Hufflepuff house.

To me , it seems fascinating to possess such an heirloom.

Your dormitory was a painter's paradise. Hundreds , no thousands of paintings drawn upon ivory canvases littered the room -  each telling an enchanting tale. Your ceiling , it had originally been wooden brown - from the looks of it , but now it is painted white - and on top of the shades of white , you have painted half of it a navy blue.

You say that you are going to draw a galaxy upon it.

I must say , it is quite an idea. But , apparently , you were lacking motivation to do the painting - as you said - so you worked on something else.

I saw your brows creased , nose scrunched as you worked away at a picture. I think it's a portrait. Your amber hair was up in a messy bun , falling to the nape of your neck as you sat cross legged on your chair.

I sat watching you , and you kept glancing at me from time to time. I pretended to do homework , when in reality - I was penning down another letter for you. This one , to be exact.

At the end of it , you apologised for not being able to do anything more with me , but I just smiled and said that being in your presence was more than enough.

And I mean it , Ophelia.

Love , 

Remus.