- Messages
- 557
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Matt ) ( Gay
- Wand
- Apple, 13 1/2 inches, Essence of Belladonna
- Age
- 8/2011 (52)
Kyle knew it was silly to be out in this weather, but dammit, he hated the indoors, and it wasn't raining or anything, just cold and overcast, and he was wrapped up warm. Besides, he needed somewhere calm and homey feeling to write the letter to his papa. Only his papa though, maman would try to understand, but papa was the one who would really know what he was talking about, and be able to give him advice, and hopefully help him figure out what he felt. Kyle knew his father had been in relationships with other men before, and would hopefully know what he was talking about.
Kyle lay down on his stomach, putting the paper on a book for backing, and writing in ballpoint, because his family found it easier to read than quill. Eli was resting on the small of his back, curled up asleep, creating a tiny, warm patch, and Kyle's bare toes wiggled in the grass. As always, Kyle wrote his letter in French. It was a tradition his family had started last year when he left, since the all spoke French at home, and Kyle needed to keep his skills in his first language alive.
Kyle sighed, crumpling up the letter. He couldn't write that, it would be stupid. He tried again, determined to find a way to put this that wouldn't be stupid.
Kyle crumpled up that attempt too, and whacked his forehead on the book, groaning slightly, totally unable to put his confusing feelings into words. On one hand, he really liked Llhei, but on the other hand, Kit was so cute when he blushed holding Eli, and when their fingers had brushed, all sorts of strange feelings had shot through Kyle. Groaning, Kyle whacked his head again, and lay still, thinking over his infuriating problem, wishing Jessy was there to talk things over with.
Kyle lay down on his stomach, putting the paper on a book for backing, and writing in ballpoint, because his family found it easier to read than quill. Eli was resting on the small of his back, curled up asleep, creating a tiny, warm patch, and Kyle's bare toes wiggled in the grass. As always, Kyle wrote his letter in French. It was a tradition his family had started last year when he left, since the all spoke French at home, and Kyle needed to keep his skills in his first language alive.
Letter said:Dear Papa
I am well, and missing you all a lot. Tell Alex I said thanks for the colouring pictures, he's getting so good at staying between the lines! I am settling back in at Hogwarts well, there was a party for all the Hufflepuff boys, and I met some first years! It is strange not being the youngest person here anymore, though I'm still the shortest.
The reason I addressed this letter only to you, papa, is that one of the first years I met confused me slightly. His name is Kit, and he's a Ravenclaw (They're the smart ones.) He is very nice. Eli even fell asleep on his shoulder. He was very polite, and also rather cut-
Kyle sighed, crumpling up the letter. He couldn't write that, it would be stupid. He tried again, determined to find a way to put this that wouldn't be stupid.
Letter said:Dear Papa
Hello! How are you? I am well. Hogwarts is the same. The first years are-
Kyle crumpled up that attempt too, and whacked his forehead on the book, groaning slightly, totally unable to put his confusing feelings into words. On one hand, he really liked Llhei, but on the other hand, Kit was so cute when he blushed holding Eli, and when their fingers had brushed, all sorts of strange feelings had shot through Kyle. Groaning, Kyle whacked his head again, and lay still, thinking over his infuriating problem, wishing Jessy was there to talk things over with.