#twinthe2nd

“Charlie…” Of all her siblings, he was one of the last she expected to see sitting in her kitchen – at her table covered with apothecary vials and liquor bottles. “It’s…those are old…I’m fine.”

My muse has died. Send 'note' for a goodbye letter my muse wrote to yours as a precaution, in case something, like it has, should happen

Georgie,

First of all my dear sister, we all knew I had a fondness for taking risks. We all knew I was crazy for working with dragons and it was only a matter of time before something happened. I knew when I accepted the job that my life expectancy just dramatically dropped, but I wanted to enjoy my life and do something with my time.

Don’t mourn me, dear sis. I know you, I know you’ll want to focus on it. But don’t. Continue inventing, name some wild potion or prank after me. Go on a tour of the world if you like, find some new creature if it suits you. You always were more brilliant than mum gave you credit for at times. You could do anything you wanted.

Take a chance, or several. Leap off that cliff with only the most necessary spells keeping you safe and I’ll be cheering you on until you absolutely have to join me.

Love you until the end of time,