#slythevan

her gryffindor courage was failing her. 

twice has irene paced the corridor outside her brother’s room--garnering the concern of their house elves who she merely patted on the head and sent their way. it’s in the end of her third round does she finally stop and breathe deep, fingers curled in a too tight fist as she raises her hand to knock on his bedroom door.

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          it was early in the morning and amelia had woken up to a letter delivered to her by her owl, hail. the snowy owl was perched by the open window, letting in a chilly breeze. amelia hugged her covers close to her as she sat up, a yawn slipping past her lips. with lids heavy with sleep, she reached out for the letter and slowly opened it, reading the contents. it was from her mother, it seemed, just asking her how she is. updating her about the renovations of her their house and other things. she felt a pang in her chest and she was about to throw the letter when she saw a familiar name.

          “a package will be sent to you with some of evan’s belongings we found lying around.”

          what? he had things lying around in her house? he’d only been there briefly and not long enough to leave something behind. perhaps her mother just wasn’t sure who they belonged to.

          nevertheless, she waited for the package to arrive a few days later. it arrived in the great hall whilst she was eating dinner. unconsciously, she had glanced at the slytherin table where her former...boyfriend...was sitting. even the word made her cringe. to pass time, she ate her spinach soup, not wanting to look at the contents of the package. she would seek him out after dinner. perhaps they can catch up as well? amelia hadn’t approached evan in a very long time. mostly because she felt awkward around him. what kind of relationship did they have really? did he still want to speak to her? maybe he didn’t? because if he wanted to, he would have spoken to her already. but if the contents of the package was his, the only right thing to do was swallow all the uncomfortable feelings and talk to him.

yeoreum never looks forward to reading her family’s letters. they have turned into scripts of broken records over the years – always asking about academics performance and other possible achievements, but never really about her. she’s used to it by now so it doesn’t really cause her a heartbreak anymore; what does bother her, however, is that she needs to reply every single letter and can’t just throw them out the window, because if she misses just one, her parents will assume that something horrendous has happened.

she doesn’t have just the slightest idea of just how different today’s letter is going to be when she’s opening up the envelope, barely bothering to do it nicely and just practically ending up ripping it all apart. she starts reading the too perfectly written words, already repeating the usual introductory mantra her mother usually writes her when– her entire body freezes just after the first sentence.

“i am most overjoyed to tell you, dearest daughter, that we have finished the preparations of your upcoming engagement with evan,”

pause. utter silence. the world stops. no, she must be reading it wrong. but when she rereads the first few lines, they’re the same.

they must be fucking kidding her.