From Louis to his Mum Who: Louis, counselors and Fleur Where: Camp, Shell Cottage When: August 12th, afternoon Rating/Warnings: None Summary: Feeling like Ick ;_; Status: Incomplete
[Enclosed, find the following images: a leaf floating on the water, a full moon, Alex eating a candy snake on the cabin bed, a forest branch with dew on it.]
Hi Mum,
I had to write to show you what I've taken so far. I was right about there being plenty to shoot here; I'm only worried I'll run out of film.
I'm glad I'm here, really; I don't know what people were complaining about. Living without magic's okay. I guess it's just... that I'm not feeling totally one hundred percent? It's probably nothing. I keep coughing and my chest feels sort of funny. I don't eat much, but really it's not like I'm missing anything. The food here's bland goop. Miss yours.
And there's no magic here, or I'd do something about it myself. The dizziness and stuff. But I'll be okay, I'll be home soon.
Love you guys, say hi to everyone for me, Louis
~*~
Louis finished up the letter and wiped off his brow. He'd been sweating too much lately, dizzy and hot all the time. He packed up all the pictures into one large envelope and marveled yet again that Muggles couldn't just... Owl their letters. There was a system. A system that probably took forever. Maybe he'd get home before his letter did.
He pushed off of the bed to stand and wobbled as he did at the rush to his head. The dizziness made him cough and the cough made him hurt, a dull rasping ache in his chest, but he had to get going if he was going to make it to the counselors cabin in time for the mail.
The walk there was long and full of too-bright sunlight and slanting ground. Louis couldn't focus his eyes on anything but the path ahead of him and, by the time the door to the cabin opened, he had a hand on his chest and the other on the wall.
He hated asking for help. He hated giving up. And he hated looking this weak, but Louis lifted pleading eyes to the counselor. "I think something's wrong," he said in a voice raw from coughing. "I think. I think I'm sick."