REYKJAVIK. dean thomas

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LETTERS

To Dean,

Today is the first day back at Hogwarts, and I might be excited, but I'm mostly scared. Everything just seems so different now that we have real proof You-Know-Who is back.

I hope you had a good summer nonetheless, don't feel like you have to answer me, really I'd understand if you're somehow creeped out, but tell me if you want me to stop, if you don't write back, I'll somehow assume it doesn't bother you too much.

With love, Joy

. . .

To Joy,

I did have a good summer, I just wished you would have sent me letters.. But after all I understand, I never write you back.
I wonder why I am so scared to send you those I write to you, maybe it's because I'm scared you wouldn't like who I really am..

Because, how can you love me if you don't know me? I wish I could put a face on your name, Joy.

Best wishes, Dean

DEAN read —one more time, what he had planned to send Joy for the first time, the tip of his fingers slightly shaking from both excitment and fear, the owl that had brought Joy's (or Annabell, if he knew) letter patiently waiting on his desk.

And, as Seamus and Neville expected, Dean threw his letter across the room, groaning loudly. Softly grabbing Joy's letter, he quickly slipped it inside the little box that held all of those she had sent him since the year before, before dropping on his bed, his hands under his head.

"If you want to know who this is, you should write her back," Seamus pointed out.

Dramatically sighing, Dean nodded, eyes closed, "I know, I know."

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A/N
I have no idea what to think, really I don't know and I'm fREAKING OUT SO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT, could it be interesting?