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Erindipity 
Of course Dora could typically be found outside when the weather was decent. September in Scotland did call for her Welly's and a light coat. Luckily though, it was not raining at the moment, so the blonde found herself wandering to the playground.
Was it childish for a fifth year to want to play outside? If it was, then this Gryffindor did not want to grow up! And to make matters even better... SAM WAS THERE!
Making a beeline for her friend she made her way up to her, dropped a quick kiss on her head and immediately plopped down into the swing next to her and began to kick her feet ever so slightly. "What's the matter? You look rather glum, chum." If she needed hugs, Dora was there for the job. Legit.
"And I have been looking for you. I want to talk to you about somethings, but you first. Spill it all."
The corners of Sam's mouth feebly tugged upwards towards a smile as Dora approached, though dropped once more as she mentioned being glum. She nodded softly, and pulled the now crumpled envelope from her pocket, and handed it so her bestie.
"'e wrote back," she said, casting her eyes once more over the careful neat handwriting that addressed it. "Came at breakfast. Big elegant owl it was. 'n' look at the 'andwriting and postmark too." Her accent harshened subconsciously as thought of all the contrasts between them. "It's gonna say the social worker 'n' me Pa are, wrong, I know it."