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Post by Gemma Burgess on Nov 16, 2015 15:40:06 GMT -8
Note: All letters found in this thread are sent between Gemma Winston and Orion Burgess. Dates will be listed at the top, as well as any necessary information about writing style, other threads mentioned, etc. Descriptions of special marks within the letter itself will be put within [].
Sunday, October 16th, 2011
[Letter is clearly written in haste, handwriting almost shaky from the speed it was written. Clearly, the writer is trying to get out thoughts that are coming faster than her hand can move.]
Dearest Orion,
I was so pleased to finally get news of you this morning! I've been dreadfully worried over where you might have gone... I was terrified that you had left me for some other reason. A silly worry of mine, that, but there it is. I hope you will forgive me for doubting you, darling.
I'm sorry to hear that your parents had such a bad reaction to my problem pregnancy. I had hoped we might have more support in this, but now I know we will have none. I dare not tell anyone besides Sofi and Gerard of my condition, since that will only cause me us only more problems. Madame Nakano has been kind enough to give me a potion that helps with the morning sickness, so I am well enough at present. I only wish you were here to make it for me...
Enough of that. I must be boring you, Ri, with all this talk of stress. I will try to think of something else to tell you. [ink blot here; apparently the writer really did pause to think] Aha! I know. Our My friend Cross has left school to go back to America; apparently his family there has had some sort of emergency, and he was sent for on Thursday morning. No date has been given for his return, or whether he will even return at all. Sofi is quite upset, of course, but she has been hiding it as best she could. I feel quite bad for her, since she apparently feels that she must act this way. At least I know I may act as depressed as I like, since everyone knows we were together. Are together. What am I saying? We are together. Always.
Rereading this, I see that once again I'm being dreadfully boring... I wish I had something else to tell you about, my dearest Ri, something that would reassure you that I am well. Since I cannot think of the words, just know this: I am well, though I miss you so terribly I have cried for you every night since you left. I cannot wait to see you again, to hold you in my arms, to smell your wonderful scent, to feel you within my very being... [water-spot, obviously a tear] I miss you so dreadfully, Orion. Please come back to me soon... beg your parents, if you have to, just please come back to me!
I had better finish this letter while I can, I'm getting far too emotional.
I love you, Orion.
Always, your
Gemma
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Post by Gemma Burgess on Nov 16, 2015 15:40:33 GMT -8
Friday, October 21st, 2011Dearest Ri, I'm very sorry for the rather long absence between letters. It's only been since Sunday, I know, but it's seemed much longer to me. My week has been rather stressful busy, what with classes and Head Girl duties. I've also made rather an odd new acquaintance who has occupied quite a bit of my time. Don't be jealous, darling, it's nothing that should concern you... You are the one constantly in my thoughts, even when I should be focusing on my work. Apparently my subconscious takes delight in torturing me in that regard, sending me dreams of you every night.... I should change the subject away from that, since it's difficult in a letter, but I really feel that you need to know this, Orion. I believe our bond has been causing some of my difficulty coming to terms with your being away. I do not blame you for this, not in the slightest, but it's led me to take desperate measures!
In short, I've decided to send you a present. To your parents it will seem to be a simple token of affection, but between us it should be highly useful... it is a notebook in which all the pages have been charmed with the same spell that is allowing this letter to be sent to you. I'm sorry, but since I don't want to arouse suspicion from your parents I'm sending it by owl post, so it might take as much as two weeks to arrive. Also, it is only a small notebook, since I am selfish and wanting it to arrive as soon as possible... it it were a large book, the poor owls would have rather a dreadful time with it, don't you think? You should have enough paper to last you for several months, if you only write once a week...
I literally cannot wait to hear from you again, my dearest... I feel the urge to pace even now, knowing how long I must wait to receive a letter from you. I do ask that you request of your parents that you may send your letter on the first of the month, so that I can hear from you sooner... Since you will have the notebook soon enough, I can wait for longer and better letters until then. Please just send the first thing you can, so as to fulfill your parents decree, before divulging more information. Also, please do not mention whether or not you received the notebook yet... just write me as soon as you do.
You are always in my thoughts, dearest Ri. Always.
Love forever,
Gemma
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Post by Gemma Burgess on Nov 16, 2015 15:40:54 GMT -8
[From Orion Burgess to Gemma Winston]
Tuesday, November 1st, 2011
Gemma,
If I have not properly expressed this feeling before, let me express it now: I loathe the snow, winter, and everything cold.
That being said, I shall continue my letter in a more reasonable fashion. Mongolia is dreadful, if for the simple fact that you aren’t here. My parents and I are not on speaking terms yet. The abduction has ruined any amiable feelings I may have once felt for them. Knowing my own moods, however, this hostility will shift eventually, and I shall merely hate the trip and plot and appropriate revenge. I would be most pleased if you would join me in contriving a fitting plot.
I’m sorry to hear that Cross has left. I know Sofia must be hurting. You, too, must be feeling the loss. I know he made you laugh, so I can mourn the loss of that in your life. With Drew gone from the school as well I can only imagine that a well cultured sense of humor will require digging deep and relying on something less substantial that the comedic element of society.
In a more personal news sense, I’ve managed to achieve a full animagus transformation. I shall send you the picture Mother took. Father has made several snide comments regarding my Patronus change and my current feline form, but I reminded him that I was at least able to transform, unlike himself, who gave up after many years of such an attempt.
[The ink on the letter shifts colors at this point, most likely indicating it was written on a different day]
Father had us out hunting Ice Wyverns today on the steppes. There is rumored to be a flock somewhere nearby, but the locals refuse to share with us any substantial information. My patience wears thin with the tribal element, and I long for civilization once more. I’ve taken to sleeping in cat form, due to the winter weather shift. I shan’t ever enjoy winter.
Being apart from you has soured my temper, and made me forget the meaning of happiness. My days are as gloomy and steely as the skies here. I miss you, and I love you, both terribly with an ache in my heart.
I wish I was able to write a happier letter for you.
Eternal love,
Orion.
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Post by Orion Burgess on Nov 16, 2015 15:41:23 GMT -8
November 2nd
[written on the notebook paper Gemma sent, the text is extrememly small to conserve paper space]
Gem-my-love,
This paper was ingenious, but I must maintain a reproachful feeling towards the page size. I am intrigued and slightly taken aback that you have a friend that you think I would be jealous of...I will remind you of two important facts: First, you are bonded to me, and I to you. Secondly, what man could compete for your attention when I am there with you? Unfotunately, the cold truth (and cold tundra!) attests to the fact that I am not there. I am plotting my revenge, steadily, and have made some headway onto planning my return to England. Look for me some time next month. I am not sure the day yet, but I will try my best to let you know. To that end, plan on spending Christmas somewhere other than Hogwarts, and not with your parents. Perhaps the once jokingly implied Tahiti will become the truth.
It is getting colder, and my fingers are numbing up with the wind here. I have, obviously, refrained from sending the picture of my animagus form. I believe as Cross once said, 'Deal with it!' Good lord, I reread that last line. I must be going crazy out here if I am resorting to that. I shall try to keep sane and warm. Love you muchly,
Orion
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