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Old 08-01-2015, 03:42 AM   #83 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia Yarborough
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year

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Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley
Gryffindor
Seventh Year

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HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED

Marsha’s dad sounded great, “aww that’s awesome Marsha, I’m happy for you.” She smiled and simply picked up the pens that she had grabbed earlier and began sketching onto one side of her card. The little drawing was simple, smooth, and simply depicted the cameo of her mother’s face.

The little sketch was just the first part of it. In swooping letters she wrote out the name April Greyvson, and felt a soft pang of sadness as she truly missed her family. Taking the quills she began writing out her note, it was all she could do at this time.

SPOILER!!: the note

April Greyvson,

Mom, I love you. I Always will. I miss you, and you should know that if you were here I would so try and make you proud as you would have done for me. With out even trying.

Just the fact that you are strong, and you stood up for me, that alone made me proud of you. Because I had the gift of having you in my life. Thank you for teaching me to be brave, for teaching me to stand up for others, and for teaching me to appreciate others. I was going to write this letter to Cassandra Trellawney but she doesn't mean as much to me as you do. After all, the reason I even learned about her was because of you reading greek mythology to me before bed when you didnt read Shakespeare that is. Because of you I know how to stand up for myself and I do that, as much as I can. You inspired me to be a strong independent woman. Because of you, I know what it is like to fight for people. Because of you, I can be a capable Prefect. Thank you mom, for everything.
Love,
Puckleberry


Sure, she'd changed her person but that wasn't going to be a problem. Both the person she had brought up and the person she had written to, well, both were dead. That was just the way life went. For one it was tragic and the other, well, it had been generations? Centuries right? Who really knew. But still, if she could she would share the letter with its recipient just to see them smile once again.
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