Post by Kit Kierson on May 22, 2011 22:27:50 GMT -5
Kit had a letter to write.
This letter was supposed to be therapeutic, make her feel a little better about her life, remind her of all the wonderful things she still had—reminders she really needed right now, to be honest. The horrible, depressing blowout she'd had with Cory was really taking its toll on her despite her efforts to convince herself otherwise. She had a boyfriend, for Merlin's sake. Maybe it was seventh year and she'd lost her best friend in the universe and as a result had no one to hang out with or talk to anymore, but she still had her family and she still had a boyfriend she cared about and who cared about her... he and her family were just far away from Hogwarts, that was all. And Paul had expressed his desire to be with Kit before Cory ever had, so... this was clearly what was right. Right? Cory just needed time to handle it... a lot of time... maybe too much time. But it didn't matter. This was right. Whatever she and Cory had become was no longer something she could be sad about when she had so much to be happy about.
This is what Kit kept telling herself as she sat down to write a letter to her boyfriend. She hadn't wanted to do it in the dorm because, truth be told, Kit was avoiding the Gryffindor Common Room and dormitory as much as she possibly could these days. She would stay up until most had gone to bed, slip into the Common Room and her dorm, sleep for a few hours, and rush out before most had woken up. Crazy? A little, maybe. Tiring? Definitely. But Kit just couldn't risk being in there long enough or during certain hours because that would mean seeing Cory, and she could not see Cory right now. She just couldn't. Besides, she would occasionally come to places like the Rooftop Lounge to chance a nap or two—not that she was doing that now. Now was the time to write a letter.
Kit unrolled some parchment and dipped a quill in ink. Okay. She was going to make this super nice, super thoughtful, super good girlfriend-y. That was what she needed to do right now. That would remind her of all the happy things!
Dear Paul,
Hi! What's up? Sorry I never responded to you before... I never got that first letter you sent. I know, weird huh? Ophelia must have lost it or something.
Kit was already opening the letter with a lie concealing the most heartrendingly depressing moment of her year so far, a moment that she was currently trying to get over. Great! This was great, this was so therapeutic! Happy things!
I miss you a lot. I was thinking today about that time I dragged you to that little block party that one of our neighbors was having. You really, really didn't want to go, but you went anyway, and that made me really happy. Of course, he'd only gone because she had offered to bake him his favorite cookies, and then he'd spent the whole time sitting in the corner while she socialized, but it was the thought that counted, right? She should have known better anyway... Paul wasn't much for schmoozing. He was much more content to sit and listen to Quidditch games on the radio or read the Daily Prophet while she tried to talk to him about things.
I really miss having you to talk to. It's been kind of lonely here. I got really used to spending so much time with you, and now I'm alone most of the time, and I haven't really heard from you in a while. She wondered, briefly, what he had said to her in the letter that was now lying in pieces somewhere at the foot of a cliff. Had he told her he missed her too? Or was he still having lots of fun with his friends, going to bars and the like? Kit winced a little, hoping there weren't any flirty girls hitting on him there...
I really like that I can tell you anything. Except this one thing. You're my best friend. Kit stared at that for a while after she'd written it, her throat feeling like it was closing, trying not to remember that a few days ago, this statement wouldn't have been close to true... not at all. A few days ago, this statement was reserved for a Gryffindor boy her year, tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair and eyes and a perpetually scruffy face, a boy who liked to pull pranks and crack jokes. And now it was for an even taller boy with light, curling brown hair and clean-shaven face who liked to do a lot of serious reading and talking and liked to teach Kit about all the things she was ignorant about or just didn't understand. And Kit tried to listen, even though she sometimes felt like she was in a classroom being lectured at, and even though her own occasional pranks were usually met with disdain. She supposed it had to do with her being younger than him... but she was a seventh year now. Clearly it was time to grow up, be mature and have a nice, mature relationship.
Anything interesting in the news? Maybe you could send me some clippings. I don't have much to read over here. There. Now he'd have something to talk about in his next letter, and maybe it wouldn't be as sparse as the others she'd received from him so far. And if Quidditch ever starts up here, I'd love for you to come see me play. She was somewhat relieved that Quidditch probably wouldn't happen this term, if only because it meant she wouldn't have to be disappointed by him not showing up or perhaps only showing up to critique her. He'd had a lot to say about her last dance show.
Well, I miss you, again. Write back soon.
Xoxo,
Kit
She stared at it for a while and smiled a little, picturing his own smile in her head. There, see. Things to be happy about. Reasons to cheer up.
This was definitely right.
[This was mainly for my own plot development, hence its super longness x____x. But it's certainly open if anyone wants to reply
]
This letter was supposed to be therapeutic, make her feel a little better about her life, remind her of all the wonderful things she still had—reminders she really needed right now, to be honest. The horrible, depressing blowout she'd had with Cory was really taking its toll on her despite her efforts to convince herself otherwise. She had a boyfriend, for Merlin's sake. Maybe it was seventh year and she'd lost her best friend in the universe and as a result had no one to hang out with or talk to anymore, but she still had her family and she still had a boyfriend she cared about and who cared about her... he and her family were just far away from Hogwarts, that was all. And Paul had expressed his desire to be with Kit before Cory ever had, so... this was clearly what was right. Right? Cory just needed time to handle it... a lot of time... maybe too much time. But it didn't matter. This was right. Whatever she and Cory had become was no longer something she could be sad about when she had so much to be happy about.
This is what Kit kept telling herself as she sat down to write a letter to her boyfriend. She hadn't wanted to do it in the dorm because, truth be told, Kit was avoiding the Gryffindor Common Room and dormitory as much as she possibly could these days. She would stay up until most had gone to bed, slip into the Common Room and her dorm, sleep for a few hours, and rush out before most had woken up. Crazy? A little, maybe. Tiring? Definitely. But Kit just couldn't risk being in there long enough or during certain hours because that would mean seeing Cory, and she could not see Cory right now. She just couldn't. Besides, she would occasionally come to places like the Rooftop Lounge to chance a nap or two—not that she was doing that now. Now was the time to write a letter.
Kit unrolled some parchment and dipped a quill in ink. Okay. She was going to make this super nice, super thoughtful, super good girlfriend-y. That was what she needed to do right now. That would remind her of all the happy things!
Dear Paul,
Hi! What's up? Sorry I never responded to you before... I never got that first letter you sent. I know, weird huh? Ophelia must have lost it or something.
Kit was already opening the letter with a lie concealing the most heartrendingly depressing moment of her year so far, a moment that she was currently trying to get over. Great! This was great, this was so therapeutic! Happy things!
I miss you a lot. I was thinking today about that time I dragged you to that little block party that one of our neighbors was having. You really, really didn't want to go, but you went anyway, and that made me really happy. Of course, he'd only gone because she had offered to bake him his favorite cookies, and then he'd spent the whole time sitting in the corner while she socialized, but it was the thought that counted, right? She should have known better anyway... Paul wasn't much for schmoozing. He was much more content to sit and listen to Quidditch games on the radio or read the Daily Prophet while she tried to talk to him about things.
I really miss having you to talk to. It's been kind of lonely here. I got really used to spending so much time with you, and now I'm alone most of the time, and I haven't really heard from you in a while. She wondered, briefly, what he had said to her in the letter that was now lying in pieces somewhere at the foot of a cliff. Had he told her he missed her too? Or was he still having lots of fun with his friends, going to bars and the like? Kit winced a little, hoping there weren't any flirty girls hitting on him there...
I really like that I can tell you anything. Except this one thing. You're my best friend. Kit stared at that for a while after she'd written it, her throat feeling like it was closing, trying not to remember that a few days ago, this statement wouldn't have been close to true... not at all. A few days ago, this statement was reserved for a Gryffindor boy her year, tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair and eyes and a perpetually scruffy face, a boy who liked to pull pranks and crack jokes. And now it was for an even taller boy with light, curling brown hair and clean-shaven face who liked to do a lot of serious reading and talking and liked to teach Kit about all the things she was ignorant about or just didn't understand. And Kit tried to listen, even though she sometimes felt like she was in a classroom being lectured at, and even though her own occasional pranks were usually met with disdain. She supposed it had to do with her being younger than him... but she was a seventh year now. Clearly it was time to grow up, be mature and have a nice, mature relationship.
Anything interesting in the news? Maybe you could send me some clippings. I don't have much to read over here. There. Now he'd have something to talk about in his next letter, and maybe it wouldn't be as sparse as the others she'd received from him so far. And if Quidditch ever starts up here, I'd love for you to come see me play. She was somewhat relieved that Quidditch probably wouldn't happen this term, if only because it meant she wouldn't have to be disappointed by him not showing up or perhaps only showing up to critique her. He'd had a lot to say about her last dance show.
Well, I miss you, again. Write back soon.
Xoxo,
Kit
She stared at it for a while and smiled a little, picturing his own smile in her head. There, see. Things to be happy about. Reasons to cheer up.
This was definitely right.
[This was mainly for my own plot development, hence its super longness x____x. But it's certainly open if anyone wants to reply
]
