One letter from, one letter to

[Remus J. Lupin]

<sup>Dear Remus,
Hope you’re having fun at school, and making loads of new friends. How are you? Having any trouble? Has Madam Pomfrey been helping you like she should be?

Well, to further news, the garden is growing bigger. And your Foxglove is quite beautiful. But I don’t understand why they’re black, unlike normal Foxglove. Care to shed some light for me, dear?
Lots of love,
Mum.
Remus reread the letter, a slight frown line creasing his forehead. She seemed more… Talkative, if that’s possible in a letter. It seemed like she had a lot of things to say.</sup>

[Remus J. Lupin]

<sup>Remus sighed, pulling a piece of parchment and a quill from his bag. Truthfully, he should have written it before he came up here, but the letter from his Mother had only just come.

“‘Dear Mum, I’m fine. Yes, Madam Pomfrey is doing everything when I need it, though I can’t keep going backwards and forwards to the Hospital Wing for every bump and scratch. I’m absolutely fine, as I said before. I’m having no trouble in class.’ That’s a lie. ‘And I’m doing fine with my homework.

My Foxglove is beautiful, you say? I can tell you: That’s really good to hear. Why is it black? Well, black Foxglove symbolises… Well, you know.
Thanks for your consideration,
Remus.’” Remus looked at the letter, nodding as he tied it to the leg of his owl, Mousebreath.</sup>

[Aphrael]

The clean, brisk sound of whistling could be hear echoing through the staircase to the Owlery of Hogwarts, as could the faint sound of heeled shoes clicking against the stone stairs, almost acting as a metronome.

The music-maker in question, a third year Gryffindor by the name of Harmony Rywood, was on her way to send her grandparents a letter.

She cut off her whistling abruptly as pale, slender fingers irksomely pushed away long black bangs clogging her sapphire view of the stairs and the approaching door.

Could there be anymore stairs...? she thought, quickening her pace to a jog. The Gryffindor cloak swished around her ankles with each fragment of movement.

When the door did finally appear, Harmony smirked lightly and groped for the handle. Inside, she heard the sound of a quill scrawling on parchment. I wonder who's in there...

She turned the handle and walked inside, her eyes meeting up with another Gryffindor. "Hello, there, Remus," Harmony greeted him, smiling warmly. She turned her attention to the owls perched high and low around the smelly tower.

"C'mere, love," she cooed to a dusky brown owl, a Great-Horned Owl actually, and held out her arm.

The owl fluttered down onto Harmony's arm and hooted. "Hello, Addie," she whispered to her owl as the large bird held out its leg for her to tie the letter.

[Remus J. Lupin]

“Hey Harmony,” Remus greeted, glancing at her and smiling. “Right, go quickly, I don’t trust Mum with her letters. And give her a peck, until she promises to reply, we know what she’s like with her promises.” Remus directed this to Mousebreath.

[Aphrael]

^{Harmony smiled and walked over to the window. "Have a good flight, luv," she murmured to the owl and rubbed it's head fondly. The owl took off out the window, flying stark against the bright blue sky. She sighed and watched her for a moment before turning back to Remus.
"Writing to mum?" she asked conversationally.}

[Remus J. Lupin]

Remus nodded, as the owl flew out of the window.
“Every week.” He replied.

[Aphrael]

<sup>Harmony smiled. "That's good of you," she said. "I usually write whenever something big happens that they would want to hear about." They being her grandparents.

She sighed. "They're still weirded out by an owl delivering mail, so they tend to take a while to respond..."</sup>

[Remus J. Lupin]

Remus shrugged.
“My Mum’s used to it by now. What with me and all…” Remus trailed off, gazing out of the window.

[Aphrael]

^{"That's good," Harmony commented, looking up at the other owls sitting on their perches. "My hopes is that they'll get used to it soon... I'm sick of waiting forever for replies..."}