LETTERS
Joy,
So, if I recall correctly (yes, I know, I have your letter so I can't be wrong) you love the color green but purple's your favorite of all times, you hate pudding as much as Snape and your parents are muggles.
Well, if I am not wrong I would say you can be in any house besides Slytherin.
Doesn't make it easier for me.
With love, Dean.
. . .
Dean,
You're pretty much right, I am not a Slytherin. But I didn't know the purpose of that was for you to discover my House?
Joy
Annabel gave the letter to the owl and stood there, a bit puzzled. As exciting as it was to give some informations to Dean about herself, it was scary because Dean knew a lot about Annabel. Which meant that, if he tried hard enough, he might be able to connect the dots at some point and find out the truth.
But, at the same time, she didn't want to lie because it never was her purpose. She had started all of this because she wanted to somehow admit her feelings to one of her friends without him knowing who she really was.
Well, technically, she had been kind of lying. And maybe this whole thing would backfire on her. But, maybe Hermione was right after all. Maybe she was losing something with Dean by hiding her true identity.
Maybe.
. . .
A/N
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