Reflective - The silence depressed me Date: October 25th, 2000 (early morning) Characters: Alette DeBura Location: Her and her mother’s apartment Public/Private: Private Warning: N/A Summary: Alette is getting tired of waiting and wondering. So, she takes matters into her own hands. She writes to her beloved to find out why she hasn’t heard from him in almost three months since she has come to England. She hopes that her assertiveness pays off. Status: Complete
Lying in her bed in the room that had once been her mother’s study, Alette was finding sleep to be rather distant notion for her at the moment. She had a great deal on her mind. A great deal had come up over the past month. Between Tracey asking her about love and questioning her if she really loved Demetrius and then Benjamin Macnair-the man that she had landed on when she had fallen off her broom-asking her out, she was thinking a great deal about her relationship status.
Alette knew what her feelings were. Despite the distance, despite the lack of communication, she still felt for Demetrius. Yes, she had been tempted by Benjamin’s offer but she wouldn’t betray her love. But did Demetrius feel the same? The past several months she had been telling herself that her parents were the reason for the silence between her and Demetrius. If there were letters from him, they were being intercepted somehow. But she had no proof and she couldn’t keep up that sort of accusation without something to back it up. Not after so long. Not when there were many other ways to communicate with a person. She wasn’t in Romania anymore! She didn’t have to sneak away to go out! Wasn’t this a perfect opportunity? If he wanted, Demetrius could certainly come to her, meet her. Russia’s magical society wasn’t exactly like Romania. Demetrius certainly had more freedoms then she did in her homeland. And really, at the very least he could write a letter and send it through muggle mail. Why hadn’t he? Why did she feel like there were absolutely no attempts? Why was her gut telling her that something wasn’t right?
These thoughts going through her head, she pulled back the covers and stood up from the bed. Going over to the desk that was in the room, she went through the drawers till she found a piece of parchment and a quill. Staring at the parchment for a moment she took a deep breath before she began to write down a letter to Demetrius.
My Dearest Demetrius
I hope this letter sees you and your family well. I am doing much better than I was on first arriving in England. I would rather if you didn’t tell anyone that could get word back to my parents but I do find myself enjoying my time here. I have met people. Some of them are very interesting. Some of them scare me just a bit but it is so different then Romania, where I know everyone, I know the culture. I know what to expect. Here sometimes, I am so lost but I like that.
Demetrius, I have to tell you what’s prompted this letter. It’s hard to put into words how the silence from you these months has weighed on my heart. Perhaps it is wrong of me, but I am beginning to feel as though there is a distance forming. I do not want this to happen. My feelings for you are unchanged.
Please, please write back to me. Please give me some sign.
Yours, Alette
Reading over the letter she wondered if she were coming off as too desperate. She could clearly see that her words on this paper were a big chance. Either they would sway him or they would repel him even further then she was beginning to become paranoid over. She decided that she had to take this chance. She couldn’t just sit here and wonder and wait. What if she heard nothing? Could she go home and really expect that he was still hers? She needed to know. She deserved to know. She didn’t think she was being unreasonable asking for a letter after three months.
Putting the letter in the envelope, she addressed it, sealed it and set it on the top of her desk. In the morning she would take it to the owlery in Diagon Alley.