LETTERS [1.5]

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dear elara,

you know what i hate? the fact that our first kisses weren't with each other. at least we weren't drunk when we first kissed.

we can spend a day in london when we come back for christmas. it'll be all snowy and cold and we can go get butterbeers at the leaky cauldron. till then, i'll settle for butterbeers at the three broomsticks, maybe some firewhiskey now that we can legally drink it in public.

would it kill dumbledore to hire a decent teacher, because so far, in the last 6 years of being at hogwarts, remus has been the only decent one. i mean, bloody quirrell was with voldemort for fucks sake.

don't even get me started on the whole voldemort thing. my mind's been spinning thinking about the whole thing. i'm going crazy thinking my father will contact me and threaten you or someone else i love. he wants me to be a death eater. guaranteed.

but on a happier note, i will gladly take any compliments you have to offer, and gladly give you the same. my faith isn't misplaced, and while their recruitment is strict, i'm sure you're going to smash tryouts. we can get tons of practice back at hogwarts, and maybe you can teach me a thing or two about dragons, considering i didn't take care of magical creatures.

forever yours,
theodore