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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
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- Pure Blood
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- Widow
- Age
- August 9, 1978 (76)
Tristan was relaxing on the couch in Morgase's flat, just having put Erik down to bed. He was quite surprised as he heard a tapping at the window, and upon closer inspection, he found it to be a barn owl, one that he recognized from before.
Finding it hard to believe, he let the owl inside, which shook itself off of the cold weather. There was no name on the envelope, but knowing it was for him, he ripped it open, surprised that he was even getting a letter.
Quite taken aback by the letter, Tristan found some parchment and wondered what in the world he was going to write back. By the randomness in her letter, she seemed just as clueless as he was about why she had written it in the first place. Was she trying to reach out to him? Was it possible, after all that had happened?
In a rather neat scrawl he started to write back, just going with it as he went along. He paused quite often during the completion of it, still in wonder.
But not all of them, he thought, cracking his knuckles in thought of the Thomas kid.
Not giving much thought to the parting words of love at the end of his letter, Tristan sealed the parchment together, scrawling his daughter's name on the envelope. Were things changing? He wasn't sure. He sighed, holding the envelope in his hands and staring at it for a moment. He then gave it to Harper, was that what she was called? and watched as the disgruntled owl flew out the window. He sat back in bewilderment, lost in his thoughts, wondering also where Morgase was at.
Finding it hard to believe, he let the owl inside, which shook itself off of the cold weather. There was no name on the envelope, but knowing it was for him, he ripped it open, surprised that he was even getting a letter.
Dad,
How is Erik doing? Hell, I don't even know why I'm writing you. Just don't hurt Harper. I'm a prefect, by the way.
Estrella
Quite taken aback by the letter, Tristan found some parchment and wondered what in the world he was going to write back. By the randomness in her letter, she seemed just as clueless as he was about why she had written it in the first place. Was she trying to reach out to him? Was it possible, after all that had happened?
In a rather neat scrawl he started to write back, just going with it as he went along. He paused quite often during the completion of it, still in wonder.
Estrella,
I would never consider hurting an owl. But why am I talking about owls?
I know we've never been able to talk, and I recognize that most of that is my fault. I also apologize for the majority of my actions over the summer.
Erik has been doing fine. He's crawling quite well now.
But not all of them, he thought, cracking his knuckles in thought of the Thomas kid.
Prefect? That's great. I thought prefects were fifth years and up, at least, that's how it was at Hogwarts England. Never got to be Head Boy though; Percy Weasley stole the title.
How are your classes going? Are you enjoying your electives? I always found Ancient Runes to be my favorite.
With love,
Dad
Not giving much thought to the parting words of love at the end of his letter, Tristan sealed the parchment together, scrawling his daughter's name on the envelope. Were things changing? He wasn't sure. He sighed, holding the envelope in his hands and staring at it for a moment. He then gave it to Harper, was that what she was called? and watched as the disgruntled owl flew out the window. He sat back in bewilderment, lost in his thoughts, wondering also where Morgase was at.