Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 21:37:37 GMT -5
Early the next morning, or so you think, you realize that Bill has gotten up. Yawning widely, you also get up and stretch before trotting down the stairs to find that everyone is gone except for a grumpy Mrs. Weasley. You whine softly, and she shoots you a glare.
"You're not going to the Quidditch Cup, because everyone else left. You're stuck here, and if you so much as make one mess in this house, I will lock you up in a cage outside. Permanently," she growls.
You let out a soft whine and go back upstairs to Bill's room. Perhaps, if you can find a quill, ink, and parchment you could leave him a note...
Wagging your tail at her innocently, you turned and trotted back up the stairs and into Bill’s room. You glanced around, inhaling deeply to permanently remember Bill’s scent before nodding.
Swiftly becoming human, you gently push the door shut so it would seem only big enough for a fox to fit through. Nodding again, you surveyed the room and saw that his desk was a clutter of papers and quills. Well, Fred or George’s desk was, but as long as the right equipment was there, you really didn’t care.
You walked over to the desk, and picked up the quill and a piece of parchment before lying on the ground on your stomach.
“So much to say…so little room…” you mumbled darkly to yourself. Sighing heavily, you grabbed an inkwell from the desktop and started to write on the paper.
After a few minutes, you sat back and read over your letter:
Bill,
Oh my, so much to tell you, and yet…so little time! It hurts me to know that you will probably read this, rip it to shreds, and throw it away or burn it. Although, I can’t really blame you, can I? I’m a wanted convict, am I not? Oh, if only you knew…<br>
I suppose I shall tell you the most important things I can. I don’t know where to start! This is so hard for me…<br>
I guess I should start with I am not guilty. Yeah, you probably won’t believe me, but if you do…thank you. I also want to tell you I love you, so never forget that, even if you have already moved on.
Another thing…while I was in Azkaban, I found out something that you should know. I was pregnant. Yes, I’m not joking with you. I truly was. It broke my heart even more when I lost it and knew I lost one more tie to my former life with you.
You growled at yourself as a tear leaked out of your eye and dripped onto the paper to smudge the semi-dry ink after the word ‘you’.
However, I have tried to move on from that fact. I still feel empty and broken, but I figure that’s from the loss of a child, no?
Another thing you need to know: I have seen you. Might I add that you are possibly more handsome and charming than you were when I was sentenced? At least, I believe this is true. You’re probably just sneering at me in disgust right now, aren’t you? Probably.
If you do want to keep in touch, however, I have a way. To reply, just write your letter and place it on the windowsill every night. Do not be disappointed if I can not write back everyday. I will try, but unless you truly hate me and want me back in Azkaban…I cannot risk it.
Though I will be greatly tempted to.
I love you, Bill Weasley. I love you so much, and I always will. Even if you do not return the feelings you once had, I want you to never forget that. Will you do that for me? Possibly as a…last request?
Love Always,
Erinn
Sighing sadly, you quickly placed the quill and inkwell back in the exact spot you had taken them from and folded up the letter. Gently walking over to his bed, you put the letter on his pillow and sighed again. The thought of Bill honestly having moved on from you made you want to cry, and you almost let yourself until you heard something.
There were footsteps coming up the stairs.
Squeaking slightly, you shifted without the usual pop and jumped on his bed. You had just lied down on his pillow, covering the letter, when Mrs. Weasley walked in.
Upon seeing you, the pleasant and calm look on her face disappeared and turned into a scowl. She sent you an angry glare before sighing.
"You're not going to the Quidditch Cup, because everyone else left. You're stuck here, and if you so much as make one mess in this house, I will lock you up in a cage outside. Permanently," she growls.
You let out a soft whine and go back upstairs to Bill's room. Perhaps, if you can find a quill, ink, and parchment you could leave him a note...
Wagging your tail at her innocently, you turned and trotted back up the stairs and into Bill’s room. You glanced around, inhaling deeply to permanently remember Bill’s scent before nodding.
Swiftly becoming human, you gently push the door shut so it would seem only big enough for a fox to fit through. Nodding again, you surveyed the room and saw that his desk was a clutter of papers and quills. Well, Fred or George’s desk was, but as long as the right equipment was there, you really didn’t care.
You walked over to the desk, and picked up the quill and a piece of parchment before lying on the ground on your stomach.
“So much to say…so little room…” you mumbled darkly to yourself. Sighing heavily, you grabbed an inkwell from the desktop and started to write on the paper.
After a few minutes, you sat back and read over your letter:
Bill,
Oh my, so much to tell you, and yet…so little time! It hurts me to know that you will probably read this, rip it to shreds, and throw it away or burn it. Although, I can’t really blame you, can I? I’m a wanted convict, am I not? Oh, if only you knew…<br>
I suppose I shall tell you the most important things I can. I don’t know where to start! This is so hard for me…<br>
I guess I should start with I am not guilty. Yeah, you probably won’t believe me, but if you do…thank you. I also want to tell you I love you, so never forget that, even if you have already moved on.
Another thing…while I was in Azkaban, I found out something that you should know. I was pregnant. Yes, I’m not joking with you. I truly was. It broke my heart even more when I lost it and knew I lost one more tie to my former life with you.
You growled at yourself as a tear leaked out of your eye and dripped onto the paper to smudge the semi-dry ink after the word ‘you’.
However, I have tried to move on from that fact. I still feel empty and broken, but I figure that’s from the loss of a child, no?
Another thing you need to know: I have seen you. Might I add that you are possibly more handsome and charming than you were when I was sentenced? At least, I believe this is true. You’re probably just sneering at me in disgust right now, aren’t you? Probably.
If you do want to keep in touch, however, I have a way. To reply, just write your letter and place it on the windowsill every night. Do not be disappointed if I can not write back everyday. I will try, but unless you truly hate me and want me back in Azkaban…I cannot risk it.
Though I will be greatly tempted to.
I love you, Bill Weasley. I love you so much, and I always will. Even if you do not return the feelings you once had, I want you to never forget that. Will you do that for me? Possibly as a…last request?
Love Always,
Erinn
Sighing sadly, you quickly placed the quill and inkwell back in the exact spot you had taken them from and folded up the letter. Gently walking over to his bed, you put the letter on his pillow and sighed again. The thought of Bill honestly having moved on from you made you want to cry, and you almost let yourself until you heard something.
There were footsteps coming up the stairs.
Squeaking slightly, you shifted without the usual pop and jumped on his bed. You had just lied down on his pillow, covering the letter, when Mrs. Weasley walked in.
Upon seeing you, the pleasant and calm look on her face disappeared and turned into a scowl. She sent you an angry glare before sighing.
