It was time. Time to send a message to one of the most important people in her life. Someone she wished was there with her now, to make this not necessary. But no - Miranda was hundreds of miles away with the Harpies, doing her training, and the time until they would see her again seemed longer than ever. Wiping away a tear, Sarah entered the owlery, her parchment, ink and quill in hand. She wasn't going to write it until she got there, she hadn't been able to think what to put before then. But now, she twiddled the quill between her fingers, and then began to write.
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Dear Miranda,
Week one of term, and I'm missing you more than I ever thought was possible. It's strange not having your happy face beaming over from the bed next to mine when I wake up in the morning. I think Lori is feeling the same. But we are happy for you, love. Really. And anytime you can take to write back to let us know how you are getting on down there - well we'd love it!
Things have been pretty eventful since we got here. No quidditch for a start, you know. I had a vision of you in my head protesting at that when Tate told us at the feast, it was funny. We are hosting something called the TriWizard Tournament, and have guests from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang staying with us. Brielle and Nikolai have been posted to Hufflepuff, both are lovely - although Nik seems a little too charming. I've been showing Brielle around, and she seems to like everything so far. We'll have to see how the tournament goes, don't think I'll enter, not brave enough. lol
But anyway I'd best not make this too long, I bet you don't have alot of time to do other things, eh? I hope you're having fun, and that a first team place is yours REALLY soon. I love you, sweetie, and miss you so much. <3333
Love, Sarah xxxx
P.S Oliver is Head Boy! Did you know that?! I think I nearly fainted into crup toys when Trixie told me. lol I'm sure we'll work okay together though.
She just remembered to add that little bit at the end, and blew on the words to help them dry. Rolling up the parchment, she looked around for her owl.
"Screeeeech!" Sarah called out, smiling as the snowy owl came fluttering down to the stand in front of her. Tying the letter to his leg, she gave him a kiss on the head.
"Make sure Miranda gets this, please."
Taking a deep breath as she watched him fly out the owlery and off into the distance, Sarah wiped yet another tear from her face.