Evie Brennan
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It was about to rain, the clouds swirled dangerously above the retreating figure of Evie Brennan. Light sprinkles had already started falling, making wet spots onto her muggle outfit. She crammed the letter into her shirt not wanting it to soak through the cheap parchment and make the ink run. Of course, it was typical it would rain on the day she absolutely needed to go outside, but because of that fact she could not help but smiling and thoroughly enjoying the feel of light rain on her face.
She made it to the Owlery and entered, giggling with absolute glee. She couldn't wait to send the letter and not rush back to the castle. She walked up the long steps and waved hello to all the owls, feeling the familiar warmth she always got when she entered the Owlery. Evie loved animals and she sometimes wished she could afford to have her own Owl, but she would have to save all her wages instead of spending it on other trifles. Evie went over to a Snowy Owl and attached the letter to him. "For my parents, okay?"
As the Owl flew off, she remembered writing the letter. It had been last night in her office when her fear finally abated. It was time to start to correspond with them. Evie had heard nothing since she had left her home in the midst of the night and traveled to Hogwarts. She had not received a muggle paper, nor watched a News Report on Television to see if she was being searched for. It was to painful to see her parents suffer, and so she had blocked them out of her mind. But last night her thoughts remained on them. Evie wondered how they were doing and decided that a letter to let them know she was okay was in order.
She summoned all of her courage, and sat down at her desk and began to write:
It was not the best written letter, but it would have to do. Her parents got the gist of it, and hopefully they would be comforted with the fact that their daughter was happy and alive.
Evie sighed, and watched the retreating owl. A smile formed upon her lips as she thought about the shock her mother and father would endure when they received a letter from their daughter by owl post. It was a comforting thought, and it amused her a great deal.
The deed was done, but Evie stood, and stared out the window, the owl disappearing over the rolling hills.
She made it to the Owlery and entered, giggling with absolute glee. She couldn't wait to send the letter and not rush back to the castle. She walked up the long steps and waved hello to all the owls, feeling the familiar warmth she always got when she entered the Owlery. Evie loved animals and she sometimes wished she could afford to have her own Owl, but she would have to save all her wages instead of spending it on other trifles. Evie went over to a Snowy Owl and attached the letter to him. "For my parents, okay?"
As the Owl flew off, she remembered writing the letter. It had been last night in her office when her fear finally abated. It was time to start to correspond with them. Evie had heard nothing since she had left her home in the midst of the night and traveled to Hogwarts. She had not received a muggle paper, nor watched a News Report on Television to see if she was being searched for. It was to painful to see her parents suffer, and so she had blocked them out of her mind. But last night her thoughts remained on them. Evie wondered how they were doing and decided that a letter to let them know she was okay was in order.
She summoned all of her courage, and sat down at her desk and began to write:
Mother and Father,
I am okay. You know who this is. It's your daughter. I miss you, but what I did was the best decision I could have ever made. My purpose in life is to teach, and now I am able too. I love you both, and please do not worry. I am alive and doing well. I want to see you, and I hope that I will be able to one day.
Be safe. Do not fret.
Sincerely,
Evie
It was not the best written letter, but it would have to do. Her parents got the gist of it, and hopefully they would be comforted with the fact that their daughter was happy and alive.
Evie sighed, and watched the retreating owl. A smile formed upon her lips as she thought about the shock her mother and father would endure when they received a letter from their daughter by owl post. It was a comforting thought, and it amused her a great deal.
The deed was done, but Evie stood, and stared out the window, the owl disappearing over the rolling hills.