dean__thomas (dean__thomas) wrote in to_be_or_not, @ 2010-05-30 16:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, character: cho chang, character: dean thomas, date: 1998 05 (may), loc: hogwarts |
Letters everywhere, but not the right ones?
Date & Time: 30th May 1998, around lunchtime
Post Type: Introspection/RP
Open To: People at Hogwarts
Character(s): Dean Thomas, Cho Chang
Location: Hogwarts, Front steps.
Summary: Dean does a little writing.
Dean glanced out onto the grounds as he paused, quill in hand. These letters home were getting harder and harder to write. It was why he'd stopped writing to his parents so often. Somehow writing to Jess and Alice was easier. With her them didn't have to try and explain how he was feeling or anything like that, he simply had to tell them what fun things he'd been doing and that he was okay and would try and come home and see them again soon and that it was important he was here. They would believe his simple optimism, no matter how perceptive Jess sometimes was he knew his Mum and Dad had mostly shielded them from what bits of pieces of the war they knew about. They'd known he was hiding, they hadn't known quite how much danger he was in.
He picked up his sandwich with his spare hand and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before turning back to his letter.
Dear Jess and Alice,
Thank you for the paper, it's nice to have a few sheets to draw on, although I hope you haven't been spending all of your pocket money on it. Actually, come to think of it you probably got it from Mum or Dad, I know they're worried, but I just don't know that I can be at home right now.
I have been helping plant a lot of things this week. The green houses were pretty destroyed in the battle empty because all the plants were being used to stop pe getting a bit neglected with all the other things everyone has been doing to the school. Some people were helping to reorganise the library because some of the shelves were knocked over, but I'm better with plants than books.
I miss you guys, I think I'll try and come home and see you soon. But I have to take a test first, kind of like my driving one, only for wizards.
Send my love to Mum and Dad.
Dean.
He sighed as he read over the letter. Merlin it was just so trite. How would anyone believe that. His sisters weren't stupid. They knew something was wrong with him. He just hadn't told them what. Mostly because there wasn't much to tell. A few nightmares, a bit of a nervous twitch towards his wand and more need for quiet time, because he'd become used to it. Nothing wrong with that.
Maybe he should write to his parents. He could say more to them. But it was just so hard with them not really understanding what was going on. It's not like either of them had actually experienced a war themselves. And trying to explain just how evil the Death Eaters were, or the sorts of spells he was avoiding, or the fear and thrill of battle, the closeness of being chased... He stopped and took a deep breath, carefully watching across the grounds as he tried to clear his head of those thoughts, draw himself away from them.
Several minutes later he had set the letter to his sisters aside for posting, thinking that he might as well as it had been written. He was chewing slowly on his sandwich again, the end of his quill slowly stroking back and forth over his face as he thought. Eventually he put quill to parchment and began to write.
Dear Mum and Dad,
I'm sorry I've been writing to Jess and Alice instead of you, but I'm finding it hard to tell you anything because you won't comprehend it.
God that seemed mean, how did he say this or explain it to the people who had loved and protected him his whole life? Why was this all so hard? His head slumped onto his hand, ink smearing across his cheek, although he barely noticed as he watched the path, not quite sure what to write next, or if he should just give up now.