𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 ── harry potter

i | letters unanswered

ACT II — CHAPTER I
Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs Uɴᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ

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Dear Harry,

I don't know whether I should be offended or worried that you haven't answered a single letter that I've sent you. I thought I told you not to get into too much trouble?

For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to assume that you are all right and you're just choosing to ignore my letters for whatever reason. I am also going to assume that whatever reason you have is a good one, for my sanity.

I've been in Rye visiting my grandparents for about a week now. It's very relaxing. I love the beach, have I ever told you that? I love the sand, the sun, the water, all of it.

Morag came with my mothers and me, and she's really enjoying it, too. I'm honestly still shocked that Mum let her come. I guess she wasn't as mad about the whole Philosopher's Stone situation as I thought.

I do hope you get back to me soon. I miss talking to you.

Love,
Quinn

Quinn Fenwick sighed, setting her pen down.

Her stupid friend, Harry Potter, had not been in contact with her since school ended a month ago, and it was safe to say that she was worried. He also hadn't replied to Ron Weasley's letters or Hermione Granger's.

Perhaps she should have told her parents. After all, her mother, Emmeline Vance, was an Auror. She might be able to do something.

"Hey, Quinn, you ready to go?" Morag MacDougal asked, sticking her head into the guest bedroom they shared.

"Yep, give me just a minute," Quinn answered. She quickly sealed her letter and gave it to Gizmo, Morag's owl, who took it and flew off into the blue sky.

Quinn got up, grabbed her towel off her bed and went out the door. They ran down the stairs and were almost out the door when they were stopped.

"And where are you off to in such a hurry?" Mary Macdonald, Quinn's other mother, asked.

"To the beach, we talked about it this morning, remember?" Quinn told her, shifting from foot to foot with anticipation.

Mary smiled, "I was just messing with you. Are you sure you don't want a ride? It's a bit of a hike down there."

"We'll be fine, thanks though."

"Remember to be back at six to get ready for dinner, okay?"

"Got it!"

With that, Quinn and Morag were off, running down the street and through the small town of Rye. They passed houses and shops, Muggles staring at the two twelve-year-olds as they ran. They paid no mind to them, though, as they were too busy racing each other.

Morag was a fast runner, faster than Quinn, but the Fenwick girl managed to stay right behind her. It was a long run from her grandparents' house to the beach, and she was sure that she'd be able to beat Morag once the redhead grew tired.