yeah, about that

[Briar Rowan-Cullen]

It was an afternoon, a long, lazy, afternoon where briar actually had a couple of hours off without class, or patrol. Briar had been out for a run, enjoying the summer sun. she had taken a detour through the forest where she had spent a while talking with her sister aspen. on her way back she realised that although she wanted to put the events of new years eve out of her mind she really did owe it to the boy she had met an apology after she had lead him on so much and then just vanished. once she was back in the castle and had a shower to remove the sweat of her run she took out a quill and piece of parchment and did something she hadn't done for months. wrote a letter.

To Samuel
I have been thinking and I want to say I am sorry for new years eve. I would like to blame it on the alcohol, but I cant. so sorry for that, and for ruining new years eve for you, but i am sure that you don't want to spend too long with a werewolf who is too caught up in the past that she is trying to forget. I am not even fully human for goodness sakes.
thank you for the good time anyway
Briar

she then took the letter and headed to the owlery where she found an owl, a barn owl that seemed keen to take her job and looked slightly familiar. she tied it to its leg and watched as it flew away before heading to the great hall for dinner.

 

[Samuel Phillips]

Awaking to an unusual, yet familiar sound of tapping on his bedroom window, Samuel got up out of bed to find an owl perched outside his window with a letter. Stepping back at this realisation, Samuel felt the uncomfortable tinge of fear wash over him. He hadn't opened a letter since back in his seventh year and for a good reason too. Now he was unable to think about letters without having to momentarily remember everything he had suffered for, everything he had tried so hard to forget. Usually, the eighteen year old would have distracted himself with something, art, a book, the company of a woman, anything, but sometimes the Part-Veela's usual ways of distracting himself weren't enough, and he was left to endure the nerve-wracking experience of confrontation. Attempting to ignore how frightened he was from the sight of the owl and the letter, he opened his window to let the bird in. Unable to open the letter himself, or even touch it to begin with, Samuel waited for Batman to arrive so somebody else could do it for him. It took the artist a few hours to gain up enough courage to read the letter after his younger brother agreed to take it out of the envelope for him, Samuel mulled over almost everything the letter could contain, he even thought about it being a howler for a minute or two before dismissing the thought. Finally deciding to read the thing after taking so long to weigh up every possibility, Samuel sighed with relief that it was only a brief apology from Briar. He thought it was nice of her to bother saying sorry after what happened on New Year's Eve, but it wasn't entirely necessary. Quickly making his way into his bedroom, Samuel fumbled around in search for a loose piece of parchment and a stray pencil to neatly scribble a reply.

Briar,

I have to admit, when I got your letter I didn't expect it to be you, I thought it would be something a lot worse so it's safe to say I am relaxed while writing this. You don't have to apologize for New Year's Eve, really. You didn't ruin the night for me at all, in fact you made it better because I was looking for a distraction and what happed was pretty distracting. Especially when you almost fell into the mud, that was awesome. From what I have concluded about spending time with a werewolf is that it's not boring, but obviously I haven't spent enough time with any werewolves really, except you so maybe it will be different next time, I don't know. It's great to read that you had fun that night, spite how it ended. It was also lovely to hear from you, how's your second semester going? Have you been able to keep up with schoolwork? Don't know why I just asked that.

S.A.P

P.S - You're complaining to me about not being fully human? Do you even understand the irony of that?

Samuel hastily folded up his letter, taking a while to find an envelope. It took a fair bit of his time but eventually he found one hidden between the pages of one of his many history books. He was surprised he even had any considering he would never have much of the use for them. He was quietly proud of himself for handling the situation well, spite that his younger brother had to retrieve and open his letter for him before he even started to think about replying. Ignoring that fact, he gave his letter to the barn owl that had been patiently waiting on his kitchen table, letting it fly out the same window it had been tapping on hours ago. Attempting to forget the ordeal that occurred hours earlier, Samuel ventured into his art studio, still in his pyjamas to kill the rest of his day. ​

 

[Briar Rowan-Cullen]

the next morning at breakfast as the post arrived briar looked up not sure if she was going to see the barn owl or not. not sure what the response would be. she was just tucking into the sausages, bacon, toast and fruit, she knew that it was a odd mi but it was her usual as the meat was something that she had recently started craving, and the toast and fruit were things she had always had. just then a fluffy cannonball landed in front of her. she put down her fork and picked up the owl "thank you" she said taking the letter from its legs whilst simultaneously feeding it some of the bacon. she then she read the letter. she smiled when it got to the end. she had suspected that about him, but didn't know now to ask him about it directly. unfortunately she had to rush off to potions, but that evening after patrol and quidditch practice she found a spot in the common room to write a reply.

Samuel
To be honest I didn't expect a reply. I don't know what you were expecting but I'm glad to hear that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. thanks for saying that i didn't ruin your evening. I guess I was the same looking for a distraction. I don't know how many other werewolves there are in New zealand. In fact I only know one, but he is most likely in london. I know there have been others but never met them. I think there are two kind of wolves, those who hide from there condition, and shy away from it. and those who like me make the most of it. all the best for next time I hope it doesn't the same way.as for me falling in the mud, I didn't fall and wouldn't have even if you did feel the need to catch me.
School this term is going well I am trying to get everything working and not let it take over. surprisingly It is going a lot better than last term. though something tells me you don't really care about it.
Briar (or if I follow your lead B.R.)
p.s. so my guess is right, are you part veela?

she then folded the letter and put it in an envelope before heading back to the owlery a little brother looking curiously up at him from above his work. she just slipped out. and headed up the the owlery without trouble. that was a good thing about being head girl you could walk anywhere in the school and no one questioned you. she found the same owl and gave it a few nuts before she attached the letter to its leg letting it fly into the night.

 

[Samuel Phillips]

After going through the same ordeal with the previous letter, getting Batman to open it, and hand it to him after waiting what felt like years for him to arrive, Samuel read over Briar's letter. He didn't expect a reply really, after accepting her apology and explaining she had no purpose to apologize, Samuel thought that would be the end of it. However Briar did reply, which meant she was either just polite, or completely desperate. He made it about a quarter of the way through the brief letter before growing bored with it, and too anxious to continue. Briar wasn't as boring in person as she was in her letters, thank goodness, but it wouldn't be a surprise if they never spoke again after this. Samuel just had a habit of ruining friendships before they could even begin, this the reason the part-veela had only two friends, his half-brother and Spiderman. Although there was nothing for him to be anxious about in Briar's reply, reading letters was still a tad unsettling. To distract his mind from his anxiety, Samuel spent the rest of his day with Batman and James, returning to his apartment late in the evening and slightly tipsy where he reluctantly began to read the rest of Briars letter, a cup of coffee in hand. He quickly scribbled down another reply, wanting to get to sleep instead of staying up all night again. ​

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Briar,

It was polite for me to reply, if I didn't you would probably just think I was some sort of conceited jerk, which I surprisingly am not. You're welcome, I mean you didn't ruin my evening at all, I can't stress that enough. It was so great to speak to somebody who was around my age too, like if you weren't there being all youthful and perky I would have been approached by one of those older women in the bar, my evening would have been a hell of a lot more complicated if that happened.

Anyway, who's this other werewolf and why did he ditch you to go to London? Don't you guys live in packs or some sh*t? I imagine there would be a big punishment for ditching the pack to be a lone wolf. Oh god, that was a really bad pun right there. Are you proud of making the most of being a werewolf? I guess it's better than shying away from it like that person who ditched you to go to London, assuming they do shy away from it, being the reason they left. I can't think of any other reason of why they would leave besides cowardice. Woah, you totally would have fallen! I like totally saved you from ruining that hideous dress you were wearing. Where did you get that thing anyway, did you steal it from a hobo's trunk? Plus blue is so not your colour, green tends to look better on redheads, blue suits blondes. Remember that.

Are you trying hard to not let everything take over? I know I completely gave up at the beginning of my last year, and I wouldn't have been able to pick things back up even if I wanted to, there was too much going on. It's great to hear that things are going better for you than last term, most people tend to give up when the second half of the year begins. You must be a hard worker, or really dedicated, or both. Why would you think that? Do I seem like an *sshole to you?

S.A.P
p.s Why do people even have to ask that omfg isn't it like super obvious?​

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<COLOR color="#000"><SIZE size="50">Samuel messily folded up his letter, impatiently shoving it into an envelope. Luckily since he received his last letter from Briar, he had brought a few envelopes, although he still did not expect a reply from her. He was only thinking practically so he knew where envelopes were the next time he needed to reply to a letter. Giving the letter to the owl which had been patiently waiting all day for him to reply, Samuel fed it a fruit loop. He would have fed the owl something better, but the only thing he could easily give the owl was cereal. On that note, Samuel finally entered his bedroom to get some well needed sleep. ​

 

[Briar Rowan-Cullen]

It was a little while before a reply to her letter arrived. to be honest Briar was so busy doing other stuff that she didn’t really notice. however one morning at around 6 am there was a knocking on the dorm window. she rolled over desperate to get as much sleep as she could willing the bird away. However it continued tap tap tap, tap tap tap drilling onto her head making her unable to sleep. sighing she slowly sat up and went across to the window the bird had picked. she opened t slightly and the bird flew in and dropped the letter on her bed. however didn’t see it she was distracted by something else she saw out of the window. a moon so near to being full that it was orange setting slowly in the west. she hadn’t seen the moon like that for almost two years. so she spent a few minutes watching it, her skin starting to tickle and she had to look down to make sure she wasn’t sprouting fur. thankfully she wasn’t. once the moon was down she headed back to the bed and grabbed some nuts from her bag as she passed. she gave them to the owl and she watched it fly away before shutting the window against the winter air by magic and opening the letter. she read it and then put it on her night stand and rolled over to get a little more sleep. tonight would be a full moon and she would be needing the extra sleep.
When she got up she was not in the mood for writing. In fact she was not in the mood for much.
A couple of days later she had some time in which to reply. Sitting in the common room in the evening she took her quill and parchment and started writing.

Samuel
Sorry if it took a while. Your letter didn’t arrive at a good time. 6AM on the morning before a full moon is not a good time to send a letter to werewolf. Other than you bad timing I don't think you a jerk (seriously It arrived at 6AM when I needed a lot of sleep)
What did you mean did he ditch you? No he has lived in London for a while. And I never said anything about anyone leaving. But saying werewolves live in packs is just humorous. No way. Most people don’t talk about it and tend to live in silence (I am assuming). Yes I am proud making the most of my condition, next year I will show people exactly what I plan to make of it. but that will have to wait until I get out of school.
That dress was borrowed from one of the girls in my dorm I cant remember who exactly. But whoever it was would not be happy if they came back from holiday with it ripped. But I was not close to falling, so that would not have been a concern. Green is a nice color, (maybe even one of my favorites after fiery colours) but I don’t wear it or people may think I have started supporting Slytherin which would not go down well. As everyone knows the lions are the best.
It isn’t that hard trying not to let everything take over. Once I got my head back in the game it seems to be going well though I seem to be spending a little less time on the quidditch pitch than I would hope. I wouldn’t say I am a hard worker or dedicated to anything that isn’t sport, but I Just know where I want to be ad that at the moment is enough.
Briar
I didn’t have to ask I just wanted to make sure some people can get rather sensitive about that sort of things so I didn’t want to make an incorrect assumption

And with that the letter was done. She folded it up and putting it I her pocket she made her way up to the owlery to send it. Once she reached the bird room she found an owl who was willing to take the errand before attaching the letter to his leg and watching him fly away.