When we arrived in the commonroom there was a table full of books. On the books were our names, written in a neath, golden calligraphy. And then it happened. Silence. Not one word said in a commonroom full of slytherins. The silence made me nervous so I just decided to step forward, grab my book and run for it. Of course the carpet caught my foot and the next minute I was kissing the floor. I don't think this day could get worse and with that in mind I stood up, shoulders back and chin high, and started my walk of shame to my room. The ten steps to the stairs took immensely long to walk, the stairs had all of a sudden grown, and it felt like an eternity until I finely got into the comfort of my own bedroom.
Finely. Peace. No more staring eyes. No more deafening silence. Just me and my letterbook in my bedroom. Oh yeah, the letterbook. And gone was the peace. When I saw the book and everything it meant I started to sweat. What if I say something that gives me away? Who will ever want to talk to me, well me, Mister Blue I mean. Wait a minute ... they don't know who I am. Miss Blue doesn't know and if I have any say in it than she'll never know. What do I have to lose? Nothing, that's it nothing. And with that mindset I approached my desk where the book lay. Why not, let's give it a try. Nothing to lose, I remind myself.
Dear Miss Blue,
'Dear'. Is that okay? To be honest I've no idea what I'm doing. So let's start with an introduction.
My name is Mister Blue. I'm 18 years old, just like you probably because that's the whole point of all this isn't it? Hehe yeah. As you can see I'm a bad writer but I hope that you can help me with that. What else can I say without giving away too much because I don't want you to figure out who I am right. Maybe that I am from another house than you but also that is obvious so never mind.
I'm just going to stop here before I make a fool out of me, if I haven't already. Maybe if I got another chance to write to you I could do better.
Anyway, hope to hear from you soon.
Yours, Mister Blue
With that last word the letter glowed golden as to say it has been sent. I closed the book with a sigh and decided that was enough drama for one day. and with that I went to bed hoping that Miss Blue would write back.
YOU ARE READING
Return to sender
RomanceWhen Albus Dumbledore decided that his last wish was for house unity to become reality he made professor McGonagall pair the students up to write letters to each other. What could possibly go wrong?
