Alex ran his fingers over the parchment again, smiling as he heard the voice of his friend. He reached to the bedside table and removed the quill that Jamie had sent, along with a square of parchment, then set them together, poised to write...
Dear Remus,
Thanks for your note. Jamie sent this quill that writes what I tell it to, so I can even answer. I wonder if it writes in my handwriting? Sorry in advance, if it does.
They say I'm doing okay. The dressings are off for good and there's no sign of the hex. Still can't see but the Healers insist things will keep getting better. If they say it, it must be true.
How are your arrow holes doing? Are you up and moving around again? I'm sure not much could keep you down for long. Hope you're doing okay.