Letters to Myself- Sorta

[Sapphire Michaels]

Sapphire had been antsy since returning to the castle. Originally, she had wanted to find Oliver, or even Alkander, to discuss this with. But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to find or tell either of them. She was having trouble processing what had happened that day in Obsidian Harbour. And just how were you supposed to explain something like that? 'Oh, hey, I met my twin brother today.'

It didn't seem like the best conversation starter.

Still, she had gone to the Owl shop there on the Harbour and had bought an elegant, black horned owl. He was insanely snarky, and he hooted loudly at her as she entered the owlery there at school. She walked over to him, pulling a treat from her pocket and offering it to him. She supposed she should name him, but she wasn't sure what would fit.

Sapphire had spent most of the day trying to figure out what to write to Onyx. Despite her promise to send him a letter, she couldn't bring herself to just... reveal everything about her to a complete stranger. Instead, she pulled a slim scrap of paper from her pocket and wrapped it around the owl's leg. The paper itself held only four words- I promised, didn't I? She knew he was an intelligent bird, so she looked him in the eye as she told him the address her brother had given her.

The owl hooted once before taking flight. She watched as he went through a window higher up in the tower.

She stood there a bit before she sighed and went back the way she came.

 

[Onyx Derouin]

Onyx had been anxiously sitting by his window for a few hours now. Sapphire wouldn't go back on her word, would she? He stared out into the night, tapping his foot impatiently. He didn't even notice the owl, black as midnight, until it was practically in his face. He let out a startled yell and fell back. The horned owl landed on his windowsill with an annoyed hoot. Onyx smiled, and reached for the paper on the owls leg.

He snorted at Sapph's note, slipping it into his pocket. He brought the owl in, setting him on the desk. "You are gorgeous. What did Sapph name you?" He asked offhandedly as he sat. He pulled a paper over to him and started writing.

Sapphire,

You did. Thank you. I'll start off with the basics. I'm a drummer, and for the most part I like rock. Punk rock, emo rock, classic rock, pop rock. I like old poets, Robert Frost, Edgar Alan Poe, Shakespeare. My favorite foods are fried chicken and french fries. I like cinnamon too; cinnamon candles, cinnamon gum, cinnamon peanut butter cookies. Have you ever had hot chocolate with a touch of cinnamon and whipped cream? It's delicious. You should definitely come visit next break; Uncle James is dying to see you again.

So tell me about yourself, Sapphy. What house are you in? Do you have any friends besides that cutie Oliver? How did you meet Oliver? What's your favorite color? Mine is red. I don't really have a lot of friends; I'm a bit of
a loner. That might change when I get to Hogwarts next year, I don't know. Uncle James says going to school was the funnest part of his and dad's life. We'll just have to have our own adventures and top those two old men, won't we?

I can't wait to hear from you again.

Always, Onyx

 

[Sapphire Michaels]

Sapphire had been outside when her owl found her, Onyx's letter in tow. She read through it, surprised at how much they had in common. It was the mention of Uncle James and seeing her again that sent a chill through her. He lived with their uncle? She had an uncle, too? She shoved the letter into her pocket, a bit hurt and confused. What, the family only wanted one of them? Onyx got to stay with the family, but she didn't? A million questions went through her mind, and she had the answers to none of them.


A few days later, she climbed up to the Owlery, a bit more confident after having talked with Professor Pendleton. She quickly found her owl, giving him the necessary attention before sending him on his way, a letter attached to his leg this time. If she wanted answers, she would need to talk to Onyx. And however mad she was at this Uncle James, her brother didn't have anything to do with that. Him, she wanted to know. Him, she wanted in her life.


Onyx,

You must be my brother. I've got the basics down on the guitar, and I'm still learning. I listen to a bit of everything, really. Evanescence, Starset, Adam Lambert, Nickleback, Daughtry. If I like the song I'll add it to my list. You'll have to show me some of those old poems; I've never really had time for much reading. I also really love fried chicken and french fries, and I have the same obsession with cinnamon. Where did you get the drink, though? I tried it at this Inn near Arrowtown, and I loved it. It's divine, isn't it?

I'm not visiting, at least not until this 'Uncle James' can tell me why they kept you and dumped me at an Orphanage in Arrowtown. That's not cool, and I'd like an answer for it.

I'm in Slytherin, and I can't figure out why. I wasn't paying attention to how they sort people, but most the kids I've met in my house are all super dramatic with superiority issues. That's not entirely a bad thing though; it can be rather amusing. I'll only tell you about my friends if you promise not to hit on them. Are you gay? I don't need to compete with my brother for boyfriends. I call dibs on Ollie; I'm not romantically interested in him or anything (we're only eleven you ****) but you are NOT dating him. Hands off.

As for how we met... well, there was glitter and feathers and it's a rather long story that I'll tell you about another time. I like black and darker blues, though I'm starting to like purple a bit as well.

We'll just have to see what happens when you get here. What house you'll be in, if you're a ****, things like that.

Onyx, you know about dad? Do you know anything about mom? Fill me in on that, would you?

~Sapphire

 

[Onyx Derouin]

Onyx and his uncle were eating breakfast in the small kitchen; only the forks scraping against the plates broke the silence. They were both lost to their own imaginings, only to be drawn out by the sound of flapping wings.

Onyx's fork hit the table with a clatter as he jumped up, rushing to the window. Sure enough, there was the black owl from Sapphire. Onyx opened the glass pane and held out a hand only to be ignored as the owl flew in and promptly landed on Onyx's plate.

Onyx grimaced and followed the owl, pulling Sapphire's letter off of his leg after several attempts. Uncle James laughed, despite the dirty look that the younger boy shot his way. He plopped back down in his chair, opening the letter and reading it out loud. His excitement faded visibly the further into the letter he got. Sapphire... lived in an orphanage? The two exchanged surprised glances before Onyx left the room, in search of a paper of his own.

Sapphire,

I wish we could talk face to face right now to discuss this.

Uncle James and I were told you had died. Mom and Dad were killed in an accident. There names were Jackson and Sarah. I'm sending you a picture of them to keep; their death was an accident. I was sent to Uncle James and you were sent to live with our mother's sister; Myra Corrins. Neither of them could afford to keep us both, so we were separated but were supposed to stay close. Aunt Myra went on a trip and came back saying you had died. According to Uncle James you were always a small kid; it was easy to think that you had gotten sick. He was really sad about it for a long time, and he told me all he knew about you more than once.

I didn't find out you were alive until I went to an ice cream shop in Obisian Harbour and a girl from your house mistook me for you.

I know this is going to take a bit for you to understand, so write me back when you've figured things out. I promise I won't be mad, no matter how long it takes.

Love, Onyx