LETTERS HOME [C.W.]

IV

So maybe, and just maybe, Charlie was already breaking the rules. 

He just so happened to be home at the same time as Hermione and he was going to try to get the identity of the mysterious girl if he could. he was intrigued and they had barely sent any letters, plus she was the first muggle he had met. 

"So all I know is her name starts with L, she loves pizza but can't eat it, writes in purple and does something with stages." 

"You do realize this is a long shot, right?" 

"Please, please, I know it's selfish from me but I kind of want to know how she looks like." 

"So if she isn't pretty you'll stop writing to her?" 

"Oh no, but it makes it easier to bump into her, you know?" 

Hermione groaned at the Weasley boy. Of course she knew already who was he talking about.  Leia Fisher was the new sensation in the British acting scene, in fact, Hermione had gone to see one of her plays with her parents and she had been mesmerized by the way she had enchanted the stage to be hers. She was for sure a fan, but telling Charlie that would only complicate things. 

"You know, don't you?" Asked Charlie smiling wide. 

"Leia Fisher, actress. Mostly theatre, really. A muggle. I can show you an interview on the  muggle computer?" 

"Yes! Oh my!" 

The both of them connected to the computer Arthur had brought home, as Hermione got into a page full of videos and typed "Leia Fisher Graham Norton Interview" and clicked on the first video. 

"So a birdy told us you are a big fan of one mister Andrew Scott?" Graham asked, with a cheeky smile. 

"Oh my god don't let her get started!" Her co-star, James laughed at the rosy cheeks of his co-star. 

"I feel like I talk more about him than the play at this point, not like I'm complaining." She giggled. 

Charlie was enchanted by her voice. It was a little deeper than what he expected, but oddly enough there was something very musical about it. He could listen to her ramble for days, and for once, he didn't care about how she looked, he just wanted to hear her laugh once more. 

"But yeah" She continued, trying not to laugh again. "He is just so great Graham, he does such magic with his craft. I went to see him not long ago and I literally wept. You don't understand, I'm obsessed." 

"Did you really?" 

"Yeah and it was pretty awkward too!" She laughed yet again. "I went alone, incognito to the theatre and half way through I felt myself tear up and I was like 'Bitch this is not the time to cry, pull yourself together', but then again I can't do that. Turns out the old lady sitting by me recognized me and asked for a picture. It was a whole experience." 

"But then again, you've never met him in the flesh?" 

"No, no. Are you going to do something? Graham I'm telling you, I'd pass away, no questions asked." 

"Have you really never met him?" 

"Oh shit I have to mentally prepare myself for this." 

"So, he's not here." Said Graham as flatly as he could as she laid down on the sofa, pretending to fan her. 

"She feels really normal." 

"Because she has been famous for a small portion of time. So, are you going to tell her you know her now?" 

"Oh no, she'll probably think I'm a fan pretending or something. How ever... Do you mind taking me to the theatre with you?" 

"What really?" 

"I want to see her in person." 

"Maybe this is not a good idea, Charlie." 

"Do me the favor Granger. Besides if it goes wrong, I go back to Romania like nothing has happened. What could go wrong?"