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Originally Posted by
Anastasia_Crommwell 
MJ walked into the common room after a lovely walk around the grounds. Well, it had been lovely until her feet had begun to hurt. Why oh why had she chosen to walk around in heels? She knew the answer of course, because pain was the price for beauty. Eh. Sometimes beauty stunk.
Her blue eyes scanned the room for a seat. Anywhere would be-- oh now there's a spot. She moved closer, trying to figure out who was sitting next to the vacant seat. He was short, and - YES.
She smiled, and went to go sit next to her boy. "Hi, Preston," she greeted warmly, crossing her legs.
Preston gave a content sigh as he reached into his back pack and pulled out a spiral notebook and a black pen. He opened the notebook up to the first page of the notebook and wrote the words 'Dear Father' out in as clear as he could handwriting.
Not noticing anyone sit down near him, Preston continued on with the first paragraph of his letter, that he decided right then was going to be a short one so he could go back to his nap that he had awaken from.
Hearing the sound of his name, Preston jumped.
"Wh-what!" He exclaimed, not knowing who said his name until he turned his head around and craned his neck to see that it was one of the few that Preston was really looking forward to seeing.
MJ.
"MJ!" Preston exclaimed with a trademark goofy grin.