Post by Jasmine Watson on Oct 24, 2017 8:13:53 GMT
Dear Cassidy,
God that sounds so formal. Is there a way to open letters without such stiff formality?
I don't write letters much. 'Til recently almost everyone that was worth talking too was already here... Then you decided to graduate andruined everything. now I've got to write you. Mum never cares how the letters opens so messages to her don't really count. Sorry it's taken so long but I write so much with homework and notes and stuff that the sight of a quill and ink makes my hand cramp up.
I don't even really know what to write? Are we supposed to write love letters or I can scribble on about how mundane and boring things are at Hogwarts... Nothing really feels different since the last time we met. You're still really distracting and I still get a weird feeling in my stomach when I think of you, but that feeling doesn't make me nauseated anymore... So there's that, I suppose. I guess the distractions different, too. Like the things that are distracting about you are different. I don't worry about what it all means, I just wonder what you're doing and if you're happy.Sometimes I wonder about what you're hiding, too. Thinking about you being happy makes me happy.
I don't think I really want to wait for the weekend to see you again. I'm almost certain I can sneak out of the castle. One of the chasers and I nearly managed it once and I think I've figured out where we went wrong. Meet me in Hogsmeade tomorrow night?
Love
Yours
Sincerely
-Jas
God that sounds so formal. Is there a way to open letters without such stiff formality?
I don't write letters much. 'Til recently almost everyone that was worth talking too was already here... Then you decided to graduate and
I don't even really know what to write? Are we supposed to write love letters or I can scribble on about how mundane and boring things are at Hogwarts... Nothing really feels different since the last time we met. You're still really distracting and I still get a weird feeling in my stomach when I think of you, but that feeling doesn't make me nauseated anymore... So there's that, I suppose. I guess the distractions different, too. Like the things that are distracting about you are different. I don't worry about what it all means, I just wonder what you're doing and if you're happy.
I don't think I really want to wait for the weekend to see you again. I'm almost certain I can sneak out of the castle. One of the chasers and I nearly managed it once and I think I've figured out where we went wrong. Meet me in Hogsmeade tomorrow night?
Yours
Sincerely
