Eleanor was sitting in her common room with a piece of paper and a quill in hand. She didn't know what to write and she had many questions in her mind.
How should she start writing the letter?
Will that person reply back again?
Hope she wouldn't sound like a weirdo, but again what is wrong with being a weirdo?
She shouldn't get distracted !
HELP!
Her facial expressions made her friend's know she was either writing some really extremely tough thesis or she was rather only constipated.
"Uh-this is tough." She spoke massaging her forehead.
"I can see you are giving your head a little too much work, it's not that fit for hard work." Someone snickered near her making her feel rather more dejected.
"Not helping James!" She spoke grimly.
James felt a sudden urge to help his friend in need.
"Tell me the problem I will try to make you forget about it." He laughed as he sat across her.
"I am writing a letter...I guess? " She said as she looked at the empty piece of white paper.
She thought it was a wrong idea to write back. What if someone else rather than the mysterious writer got her letter what would happen?
She didn't want to rather know what would happen.
"El?" James snapped his finger in front of her face.
"Might as well just help me yeah?" Eleanor spoke as she started with the things she wanted to write discussion with him.
Meanwhile Sirius Black had been feeling a little down, he had asked his mysterious reader to write back and it's been two days but they have not yet written back.
Was that person alive or not??
"I shouldn't think of the worst." He muttered as he started to walk towards the tree for the fifth time this day.
He didn't want anyone else to get that letter, it was only for him, yeah.
He strolled towards the tree taking in the beauty of the black lake and the ground of Hogwarts itself.
He felt so much better then and what a luck he had as his eyes fell on a piece of paper neatly tucked in the bark of the tree.
The letter !
He was very happy but it was short-lived as it was only someone elses charms exam paper.
A 54%? OH that's so low, he giggled but then stopped remembering he had once scored 32% cause he was planning pranks rather than studying the day before.
He sighed as his eyes roamed around near the lake until if fell on a pair of sunflowers tucked near a stone.
Oh dont tell me they are that mysterious readers, he smiled thinking that though stopped, not believing it to be that.
Giving his luck a second chance he went there.
A paper was kept under the flowers with neatly written handwriting.
The handwriting felt a bit known but at the same time unknown.
Hey!
I didn't know how to just give out the letter so I brought some sunflower. Cool I know.
Please ignore those three words. I don't want to start writing again so I am writing in this paper only, I am sorry I guess.
You may be wondering why sunflowers, well I read somewhere they signify positivity and joy in some way.
You will think how can I be positive and all that while my life is this shitty?
I know, I know.
But we shall try, yeah?
Also I am good as I can be. Pretty great in my opinion, and not so great in my friend's who is by the way helping me in writing this shit.
I meant letter. He stole the quill.
Anyways, you see I am good and all that, hoping you only get this letter and not any other person thinking I am some weirdo.
I am praying.
Ah yes I am not an atheist as you see, another question of yours.
A random one I agree.
My life ain't that great as I said to be honest but it's going as it goes.
I am not saying I am a lady or a gentleman, nah nah.
You may know I am........
.......
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A person. A human being and not an animal , simple.
Now I think it would be great if we discuss a time when one receives the letter and when one places it back.
You see I will write back again, if I can. So good right? No.
It's upto you, even though I would recommend you to not just throw it around, it may run towards the Black lake and drown itself from the sorrow and the depth of silliness.
I don't know what I wrote.
But yeah it's a long ass letter.
Good luck !
Write back yeah?
Sirius read the letter pretty fast and then started reading it again.
He could tell this mysterious reader now becoming writer was a pretty interesting "human being". It was going to be a heck of a long year.
He picked the sunflowers as a smile tugged on his lips, it felt nice to once receive some flowers rather than giving one.
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Letters to the Known - Sirius Black
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