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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
It was the nooks and crannies of the sixth floor corridor that drew Neptune to it. There was always some space to claim as her own, or a free window to sit alone in and watch over the grounds. She didn't necessarily wish to BE alone, but sometimes it just felt necessary.
"Dearest Fryxell," Neptune began orating a letter to her brother aloud as she wrote. Hmm. What to say from there? Neptune scooted up into the window and pulled her skirt over her knees. Hmmm. Lacking inspiration, she leaned into window and watched the wind blow (or maybe it was moving on its own?) through the Willow's branches.
"...I miss you because I have no real friends. I'm too good at driving them away, using them and making them feel like crap. I'm selfish and spoiled and nobody really likes me, except for you because you have to." Jimmy supplied in a 'Neptune voice', finding a patch of wall to lean on not far away.
... he'd kind of written a similar letter recently actually.
He peeked at her wrist.