Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 5: Background Of A Gritty Polaroid

Once we'd finished eating our dinner and all of our hosts had downed about three glasses of blood a piece, more owls (different from the ones I'd seen before) swooped in over our heads and dropped a pile of letters in front of Drusilla. She flipped through them, looking disappointed when none of them were for her.

"It seems all of these letters are for our new friends here," She smiled and scrunched up her nose, passing down the letters to Amaryllis.

I wanted to question why the letters were being delivered at night instead of in the morning, but then the answer hit me like running into the wrong platform at the beginning of the year. They wouldn't be awake in the morning on a normal day. They'd probably just be waking up around this time and having their breakfast, if they even ate multiple times a day. Therefore, it would be completely understandable for them to have their mail regularly delivered at around this time. Not to mention, there was also the possibility that all of these just happened to arrive at this time.

When you send out an owl, you never know when they'll get around to delivering your letters.

"Well, aren't you just little Miss Popular," Amaryllis shook her head and handed me a small stack of letters.

"What can I say," I shrugged, "I'm just so... charming."

"Oh yeah, that's definitely the word I'd use," Amaryllis laughed.

"Wow, mum, just... wow," I shook my head and opened the first letter.

Dearest Juniper,

Nah, I'm just joking! Hey Sunny! It's me, Cedric, but you already knew that because my name was on the outside of the letter, I know that. Just let me have this.

I know you guys like probably just got there or whatever, but I just have so many questions about what in the bloody hell you are supposed to be doing all summer with those creeps. Like, your sleep schedule is going to be all off when school starts again if you guys are going to be up all night and sleeping during the day like them. Not to mention, I just know that you're going to smell like straight up garlic by the time you get home thanks to your mum. All I have to say about that is you better take a long shower or find someone else to ride with on the train, not that you've been riding with me anyway.

Anyway, to the point of my letter, my curiosity. If I was a cat, I'd be dead by now, so let's just be glad for that. And don't write me back and bring up that the whole saying isn't just "curiosity killed the cat." I know that satisfaction brought it back, but I'd rather now die to get some answers. You might be willing to put your life on the line for knowledge, but I, my dear, am not.

So, are you guys wearing turtlenecks there? Do crucifixes work if you don't believe in God? Who is cooking for you guys? Are you guys going to be sleeping during the day or are they going to be trying to stay awake during the day? Is the castle interesting? The castle has to be fun since you aren't going to be able to leave the entire two months that you'll be there. I mean, it's not like you could just go down to the beach with them or anything.

Do they have to drink blood straight from the neck or do they collect it and keep it like in a wine barrel? Are they all tall and skinny? How old are they? How different do they act from us? Be honest, how scared of hem are you? Please, just tell me something interesting because I literally have nothing planned for this summer and I'm already bored, and I just walked through the door.

You're unbelievably bored and tired friend,
Cedric

I rolled my eyes and tucked the letter back inside the envelope. Of course, he would send something like this the moment he got home. He loved to make big deals out of literally anything. But would I still be writing him back with all the details I could fit in one envelope? Obviously. If he says that he's dying of boredom, I guess I'm going to have to be the one to save him.