Will two enemies ever put aside their differences and solve the mystery plaguing Hogwarts, and perhaps, the one in their hearts? Only time will tell.
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15 | Invisible
Sebastian's Perspective
Every day I'd been checking the magical box I'd found in the Undercroft for any signs of my letters coming back. And every day, I found nothing.
Until now.
I paced anxiously in my Quidditch uniform, wondering where and how this even came back to me. Sure, I was hoping for it to happen, but I didn't think it would actually happen!
"Ah, screw it."
I took the folded letter and opened it, only to realize this wasn't my letter. It was a response to my letter. And the more I read, the more I found myself relaxing.
Hell, I even smiled a bit.
It read:
I don't know who you are, but I want to let you know that I understand. You're funny. A dandelion, huh? I've definitely had my fair share of weird dreams. I think it means you want freedom, or perhaps, you're missing someone so your body is drifting away to somewhere. Even if you don't know it.
Take that with a grain of salt. I don't know what half my dreams mean.
I hope your day has gone better since your second letter. Mine hasn't, if I was being honest.
Alright, perhaps a little. Let's just say I've been needing some muchneeded break and I've got it. But it's temporary and I wish I could make it permanent.
I'm not sure if this reached the same person or someone else, so I'd very much appreciate it if you could let me know.
Please tell me more about your dreams. I find them intriguing.
I finished reading it, flipping the letter around to make sure I didn't miss anything.
Like mine, it wasn't addressed. I'd never been more curious as to who I was suddenly exchanging letters with.
With a few minutes to spare left before Quidditch practice, I used my time wisely crafting a response back.
Belle's Perspective
I returned to Hogwarts the next day on a gloomy Sunday afternoon, the October air kissing my flushed cheeks with frosty bites. My hands, covered in knitted blue gloves from Mia, clutched a box with my mum's cardigan, music sheets, research books for my illness, and shortbread cookies covered in a tea towel.
I kept the magical jewelry box in my enchanted sling bag, so I could bring it with me almost everywhere.
The Ravenclaw Common Room was barren when I entered. Quite a surprise, since it was often full of chattering Ravenclaws at this hour, especially on a weekend. I guessed most were either in the library, roaming the grounds, or in Hogsmeade if they were of age.
