034, Letter Litter, hecticity, G
Title: Letter Litter
Author: hecticity
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Draco, Xenophilius, Percy, Ron, Fred and George
Summary: A sample of various letters picked up by Hogwarts House Elves and stashed away somewhere in the kitchen.
Genre: angst, bits of crack
Warnings: none, really
Word Count: 644
Purchases: none (yet!)
Note: I have no idea where this came from. I haven't actually written in a while and... well, yeah, the point is to get rid of writer's block, right? I always feel awkward writing something after a stretch of nothing at all. XP
P.S. can has a writer tag (and for the other characters in the story), please? Thanks. :D
Dear Mum,
It seems very certain that I will be a prefect next year. I impressed Professor McGonagall with my manners--she said I had been taught well. Of course I have, you taught me.
You'll be very proud of my marks this year, they're even better than last year. Do you think perhaps you could send along some of your baking to help me through the studying? The elves here simply don't know how to give food the same care that you do.
I'll see you at Christmas.
Your son,
Percy Weasley
Father,
The weather here has been perfectly horrid, far too cold for Quidditch. The cocoa is rather awful, too, but at least they keep the fires stoked. It's the least they can do in this drafty old castle, really.
Potter and his friends are the professors' favourites again, but I did manage a higher mark in Potions. I wish you'd do something about how they fawn over him; surely that much drool has got to violate some sort of school safety code? How can they expect anyone in his right mind to work under these conditions?
I'm working anyway, of course, but looking forward to Christmas. All of the less fortunate children will be staying here in school for the holidays; it's probably better than what they can expect at home, don't you think?
Tell mother that I got her last package, it was lovely. Pansy particularly likes the truffles.
Your perfect son,
Draco
Ducky,
I'm leaving for Sweden today. I've arranged for a Portkey for you from the train station, so that you can join me as soon as school is over. Don't forget to read the newspaper and share the copies of the Quibbler I sent you around, knowing the truth can save lives!
Stay safe, sweetheart.
Daddy
Father,
I know you'll never get this. I'll probably never even send it. Which is probably what drives me to be so honest.
How could you Did you never see this coming? How can you not have a plan, just in case? Am I the backup
I'll come up with something, of course only nothing I've done has worked so far. I'm not ready for this It's not that I mind the task even though I'm afraid it's too much for me, but I never expected to be doing this while your life was at stake, yours and Mother's.
Can't you do anything?
It's all up to me, this time. I'll take down the old coot that runs this school, and then I'll tell the Dark Lord exactly what I think of what he's done to our family.
Alright, I won't really do that last bit, but I won't let you die, either of you. I swear it on my own life I just hope that's enough. We're worth more than this, you know it and I know it. Nothing matters but that, not anymore. Family should have always been our first priority, but maybe you we lost sight of that, somewhere along the way.
I don't want to blame you for anything but I do anyway, and I don't. Just get out of prison as soon as possible; we're stronger as a family.
[Unsigned]
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
Think you're the first to discover this passage? Well, you aren't. WE GOT HERE FIRST. And if any stupid sods found it before us, well, their Unstickable Charms weren't as Unstickable as they thought they didn't leave their mark.
Gred and Forge Weasley
Mum,
I've got a girlfriend! Her name's Lavender and I hope Hermione's jealous--
Oh, sod it, you'll probably know the second you see me, anyway. Why am I bothering?
Ron
I don't even know why I signed my name.
-- Annalisa || Ravenclaw
Author: hecticity
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Draco, Xenophilius, Percy, Ron, Fred and George
Summary: A sample of various letters picked up by Hogwarts House Elves and stashed away somewhere in the kitchen.
Genre: angst, bits of crack
Warnings: none, really
Word Count: 644
Purchases: none (yet!)
Note: I have no idea where this came from. I haven't actually written in a while and... well, yeah, the point is to get rid of writer's block, right? I always feel awkward writing something after a stretch of nothing at all. XP
P.S. can has a writer tag (and for the other characters in the story), please? Thanks. :D
Dear Mum,
It seems very certain that I will be a prefect next year. I impressed Professor McGonagall with my manners--she said I had been taught well. Of course I have, you taught me.
You'll be very proud of my marks this year, they're even better than last year. Do you think perhaps you could send along some of your baking to help me through the studying? The elves here simply don't know how to give food the same care that you do.
I'll see you at Christmas.
Your son,
Percy Weasley
Father,
The weather here has been perfectly horrid, far too cold for Quidditch. The cocoa is rather awful, too, but at least they keep the fires stoked. It's the least they can do in this drafty old castle, really.
Potter and his friends are the professors' favourites again, but I did manage a higher mark in Potions. I wish you'd do something about how they fawn over him; surely that much drool has got to violate some sort of school safety code? How can they expect anyone in his right mind to work under these conditions?
I'm working anyway, of course, but looking forward to Christmas. All of the less fortunate children will be staying here in school for the holidays; it's probably better than what they can expect at home, don't you think?
Tell mother that I got her last package, it was lovely. Pansy particularly likes the truffles.
Your perfect son,
Draco
Ducky,
I'm leaving for Sweden today. I've arranged for a Portkey for you from the train station, so that you can join me as soon as school is over. Don't forget to read the newspaper and share the copies of the Quibbler I sent you around, knowing the truth can save lives!
Stay safe, sweetheart.
Daddy
Father,
I know you'll never get this. I'll probably never even send it. Which is probably what drives me to be so honest.
How could you Did you never see this coming? How can you not have a plan, just in case? Am I the backup
I'll come up with something, of course only nothing I've done has worked so far. I'm not ready for this It's not that I mind the task even though I'm afraid it's too much for me, but I never expected to be doing this while your life was at stake, yours and Mother's.
Can't you do anything?
It's all up to me, this time. I'll take down the old coot that runs this school, and then I'll tell the Dark Lord exactly what I think of what he's done to our family.
Alright, I won't really do that last bit, but I won't let you die, either of you. I swear it on my own life I just hope that's enough. We're worth more than this, you know it and I know it. Nothing matters but that, not anymore. Family should have always been our first priority, but maybe you we lost sight of that, somewhere along the way.
I don't want to blame you for anything but I do anyway, and I don't. Just get out of prison as soon as possible; we're stronger as a family.
[Unsigned]
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
Think you're the first to discover this passage? Well, you aren't. WE GOT HERE FIRST. And if any stupid sods found it before us, well, their Unstickable Charms weren't as Unstickable as they thought they didn't leave their mark.
Gred and Forge Weasley
Mum,
I've got a girlfriend! Her name's Lavender and I hope Hermione's jealous--
Oh, sod it, you'll probably know the second you see me, anyway. Why am I bothering?
Ron
I don't even know why I signed my name.
-- Annalisa || Ravenclaw