Thirty One Days

Letter

"Stevie!" Moms voice traveled down the hallway, the sound of heels echoed, and I was barely able to get to my bedroom door before mom began to knock. "You're up!"
"You told me to be," I mumbled fighting the sleep that still clung to me, thanks to dad for continuously buying Sleep Aid.
My sweat pants and tank top combo verse moms romper with heels didn't stand a chance. I shied away from her. "I know, thank you. Where is the dress?"
Moving aside, I pointed the my closet door which held my dress, already in a travel bag for today.
"Perfect! I shouldn't be gone long." Mom's heels were softened by the carpet in my room, but left little red splotched where she puncture it.
"Thanks for taking it to the tailors," I said trying to gain some self assurance.
After taking my dress down and starting to leave, mom flashed me a smile. "Anything to reward the incredible progress you've been making. I'm proud of you." At this point mom's smile had disappeared and she was looking at me, really looking at me. Like she hasn't done in a while. In her green eyes were pools that proved she meant every word. She believed in my recovery.
After she left I ventured downstairs, dailing  Istvans number but paused when I heard a familiar voice. Rather, two familiar voices. As I rounded into the kitchen, Dylan and Istvan were sitting at the table laughing and eating. All the food. Again.
"Hey," I said quietly as I entered the kitchen and headed towards the fridge. The normal scent of coffee and lemon dishwasher detergent breached my nose, while the smell of cologne followed closely behind. I felt myself involuntarily take a deep breath, trying to catch I breath I didn't know I had been missing.
"Hey Stevie," Dylan said as he placed a Oreo on top of a stack they made of snacks. "You're up before noon,"
"I am." I grabbed a chocolate and cherry energy bar and sat across from them at the table. Istvan looked up at me and smiled faintly before placing another Oreo on top on the stack.
"I heard you have exciting news today." Dylan tried to mention nonchalantly then peaked over at me. "Istvan has been keeping me up to date by the way, unlike someone." He teased.
Rolling my eyes I shrugged, "I don't know what the surprise is," I glanced over at Istvan. "Care to share?"
His lips twitched into a smirk before he was able to stop them, "Yes, Madam Luna received a letter yesterday from Professor Thorne's predecessor."
Almost choking on my energy bar I looked hard at Istvan. "Really? What did it say?" My mind was racing almost as fast as my heart was beating. Answers, finally.
"She's waiting on us to read it,"
"Where does she want to meet us?"
The door bell rang, then rang again before a faint knock followed. The three of us grew quiet as we all looked towards the door. We all knew who it was and didn't at the same time, bit no one moved.
"You said 10," Dylan attempted to whisper, looking at him I wondered what the point was. "It's 9:58." Istvan nodded then stood and went to the front door.
I then realized that I looked awful, in my pajamas still with my hair thrown up in what is suppose to be a pony tail and drool probably still on my face.
Heels seem to be becoming more popular because the sound of them introduced Madam Luna before she entered the kitchen. Her long skirt hide the heels while her long sweater swallowed her up.
"Hello children," She smiled with pink lips and glanced at Dylan, " you must be the older one, yes?."
"Dylan," He stuck his hand out to her and after looking at it for a moment she took his one hand in both of her ringed hands.
"Luna,"
After the formalities, and a small clean up of the boys snack, Madam Luna pulled out a envelope that was addressed to her with a stamp that said France. She slowly opened the letter, causing me to grow nervous and fidget, she pulled out a crisp letter.
"Thankfully Professor Thorne's predecessor lives in France and I took French in high school," She smiled brightly before clearing her throat. "I'll read it out loud:
'Hello Madam Luna,
I hope all is well with you and yours.
How refreshing it is to hear that someone is interested in Doctor Nicolae Thorne's studies, other than me. He was, and still is, an incredible addition to the scientific field. Including his philosophy works as well.
It is a shame that he passed so young.
I do find it intriguing that you believe to have a Vivne Mortua, two of them at that. I also find it highly illogical if I am to be honest with you. People such as them do not simply exist like that.
However, I am due for a seminar in the United States so I would not hurt to observe these specimens you've found.
Warmest regards,
Doctor Williamson'"
We all sat in quiet after she finished reading the letter, a cold chill had taken over my body causing me to shake slightly. I could see Istvan working his jaw, as he often did, and Dylan attempting to understand what had just happened. We all were, even madam Luna who had reread the letter.
He didn't believe us.
Why did we expect him to? We sent no proof but our own words. How could we expect him to believe random people that he knew nothing about reaching out to him on a subject that plenty of people have pranked him about. Most likely.
"He's coming though?" Istvan broke the silence, his knuckles were white as he held onto the kitchen table chairs.
Madam Luna nodded, " Yes,"