Post by Samantha Driscoll on Aug 27, 2006 22:51:33 GMT
Dear Kris,
This is the hardest letter I have ever sat down to write. It is so hard for me to put into words all that I’m feeling. All I know is that you deserve this, if anyone deserves to see my feelings written down, plain and clear, it is you. You’re the only I’ve told all there is to me, all I’ve been through, all the dreams I had, all the shattered hopes – and today, finally, I can say, all the dreams I have now, the new hopes, the life I dream of, the first couple of steps in a journey that I am now as excited about as I am scared. Oh wait, not the first couple of steps. Those I made with your help.
Not even Charlie can understand it all. He’s not a Slytherin; he’ll never understand our ambition. He doesn’t understand the things that drive us and how much we care about things other people seem never to worry about – but he tries. I’m glad I have him. I don’t know where I would be without my little brother. Anyway, I digress. Kris, I know I’ll be seeing you. Only not as much as I’d like. But I’ll write you occasionally. When I’ve made a few achievements I can tell you about.
I’m getting an apartment in Hogsmeade. One with a lot of windows and a lot of sun shining in on me. I don’t think you’d like that. That’s just one thing Azkaban changed about me though. I’m going to take a year off and try different things; thankfully I didn’t do too badly on my NEWTs. I just don’t think I’m ready for a job yet – but I have a lot of energy I need to expend, that much I now. I believe I will take Advanced Defence classes, or maybe one of those Martial Arts classes muggles seem so impressed by, and I think I will also see if I can get a chance to work with some wild creatures. It was something I always wanted to do I think but Mother never let me.
I’m also going to make more friends. I do need someone to teach me how to ride that horse you bought me. I also need someone to chat with – you’ll always be my confidante – but I can imagine sharing some things with another person. I’m not going to be seeing that much of Charles anyway – Julius Foxcroft is adopting him. I’m doing my best not to feel abandoned. But do you know the smallest things remind me of you at times? Like the other day I saw a guy walk into this animal shop and make crude comments to the saleslady and in the same breath charm a rather ferocious-looking puppy so that it stooped barking and actually came and tried to lick his hands.
You know what? Turns out it wasn’t as hard as I thought to write this. I think I could go on for pages. Turns out the hard part is admitting to myself how much I feel about this – how much I’m going to miss you.
I have no idea how to sign this.
Sam.
This is the hardest letter I have ever sat down to write. It is so hard for me to put into words all that I’m feeling. All I know is that you deserve this, if anyone deserves to see my feelings written down, plain and clear, it is you. You’re the only I’ve told all there is to me, all I’ve been through, all the dreams I had, all the shattered hopes – and today, finally, I can say, all the dreams I have now, the new hopes, the life I dream of, the first couple of steps in a journey that I am now as excited about as I am scared. Oh wait, not the first couple of steps. Those I made with your help.
Not even Charlie can understand it all. He’s not a Slytherin; he’ll never understand our ambition. He doesn’t understand the things that drive us and how much we care about things other people seem never to worry about – but he tries. I’m glad I have him. I don’t know where I would be without my little brother. Anyway, I digress. Kris, I know I’ll be seeing you. Only not as much as I’d like. But I’ll write you occasionally. When I’ve made a few achievements I can tell you about.
I’m getting an apartment in Hogsmeade. One with a lot of windows and a lot of sun shining in on me. I don’t think you’d like that. That’s just one thing Azkaban changed about me though. I’m going to take a year off and try different things; thankfully I didn’t do too badly on my NEWTs. I just don’t think I’m ready for a job yet – but I have a lot of energy I need to expend, that much I now. I believe I will take Advanced Defence classes, or maybe one of those Martial Arts classes muggles seem so impressed by, and I think I will also see if I can get a chance to work with some wild creatures. It was something I always wanted to do I think but Mother never let me.
I’m also going to make more friends. I do need someone to teach me how to ride that horse you bought me. I also need someone to chat with – you’ll always be my confidante – but I can imagine sharing some things with another person. I’m not going to be seeing that much of Charles anyway – Julius Foxcroft is adopting him. I’m doing my best not to feel abandoned. But do you know the smallest things remind me of you at times? Like the other day I saw a guy walk into this animal shop and make crude comments to the saleslady and in the same breath charm a rather ferocious-looking puppy so that it stooped barking and actually came and tried to lick his hands.
You know what? Turns out it wasn’t as hard as I thought to write this. I think I could go on for pages. Turns out the hard part is admitting to myself how much I feel about this – how much I’m going to miss you.
I have no idea how to sign this.
Sam.