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Dear Ophelia , 

Today was Christmas. Initially , I was quite nervous as to whether or not you would like my gifts - but you did. And you hugged me. The intoxicating scent of chocolate enveloped me and for a moment there , I felt all my senses become clogged.

I hope you did not miss how furiously I blushed.

You had received quite a number of gifts , and you said that although you did not have any friends other than me - you had numerous relatives. Assuredly , I was pleasantly surprised when you gave me a gift.

It was a handmade scarf , embroidered with sanguine and gold - the Gryffindor emblem blazing on it , and a portrait of me. The portrait was breathtaking , and you have already impressed me in so many ways , that I think it is safe to say that you are the most beguiling soul I have ever met. I couldn't fathom why you would choose to draw me , out of everyone - for till now , you have only drawn human faces you have never actually seen.

It's actually quite nice that you decided to draw me as your first portrait of a person who exists.

After exchanging gifts , we went down to breakfast. Then we baked cookies , although it just ended with us dripping in flour and you braving your way into Madam Puddifoot's for sugar cookies. You taught me  how to play poker , and I taught you a bit of Exploding Snap.

And we just ..... talked. For others , it maybe weird that we conversed with hand gestures - but I think that we don't even need to do that. Just the twitch of the lips , a raise of a brow - and we both know what the other is trying to say. I think it's a ... sort of a special connection we have , the threads of our souls entwining together and our hands fitting like missing puzzle pieces.

But all happy things come to an end , right ?

Everything was perfectly fine , we were just picking out books to read by the hearth in the Gryffindor Common Room from the library , when you fainted. When I picked you up to give you a ride on my back to the hospital wing  , I was shocked to find you so light. Perhaps , just the same as a feather.

Madame Pomfrey said you need lots of rest , but when I asked what the actual problem was with you - she merely shook her head and tended to you.

I am so worried Ophelia. I just got a taste of heaven and I don't want to lose it so soon.

Love , 

Remus.