breathe me | h. potter

eleven

"You invited me.'
'Eh?'
'Your sister. By extension, you.'
'Will our sisters ever not be, by extension, us?"
—Julia Quinn

eleven

dear marge,

i am so infuriated even though i know i shouldn't be. why do i like him? he's just so good. too good for me. please help me.

i talked to hermione about it and she said it was perfectly normal, but it doesn't feel normal, i've never liked someone this way.

anyway, you haven't written since i sent you a letter last time. are you alright? please write soon.

i love you,
evelyn r. waverly

dear eve,

you act like i know anything more about liking someone than you. remember that certain professor from last year? mhm, betcha didn't think of that.

as much as i hate to admit it, i love you too,
margaret h. waverly

a/n:

i need to catch up the love song of m. harper waverly with this because that one is about margaret, so if wanna read about her check it out, it will have Evelyn in it since they're sisters sooo.