Post by gemma on Oct 21, 2010 18:44:41 GMT -8
Friday, July 1st, 10:00am
Gemma nibbled the end of her quill, attempting to figure out what to write. It had been three days since her first meeting with Orion, three long, tedious days where every word from her parents had her jumping out of her skin, terrified that they had found out about their meeting. The only thing that led her to believe that Orion had succeeded in convincing his brother not to tell the world that they'd already met was the fact that her parents hadn't mentioned it to her at all, something they would've done if they'd known, and in not a very friendly way.
Still, Gemma wanted to know what Orion was up to, so here she was in her room, sitting at her desk with a quill in her hand and a piece of parchment before her. A very special piece of parchment, but Gemma wasn't thinking of that. She was more focused on trying to figure out how to phrase a letter to the young man she was intended to marry, the young man who, in a single breath, annoyed her to her very core and intrigued her more than words could express.
It didn't help that she'd dreamed of him all three nights since she'd last seen him; the first dream had been fairly calm, but the second had been so racy that Gemma had woken up gasping and covered in sweat, and her younger brother, whose room was separated from hers by a large bathroom, had asked the next morning what her nightmare had been about. The third dream had brought Gemma to sudden wakefulness as well, but this time she had been crying.... she pushed this last dream out of her mind and focused on writing again. Making a decision, she brought her quill to the parchment and began to write.
Gemma stopped writing, trying to figure out how to finish off the letter. Finally, she wrote:
Sincerely yours,
and signed her name with a flourish. She swiftly sealed the letter and applied a wax seal, tapping it twice with her wand once it was dry. It changed from a plain black seal to a brilliant blue one with GW in swirling letters on its face. She flipped the letter over and tapped it once, saying clearly, "Private. Orion Burgess." The letter disappeared, and Gemma rested her head on her desk, sighing softly.
"I hope that was the right thing to do," she murmured, placing her quill back into its inkwell.
Gemma nibbled the end of her quill, attempting to figure out what to write. It had been three days since her first meeting with Orion, three long, tedious days where every word from her parents had her jumping out of her skin, terrified that they had found out about their meeting. The only thing that led her to believe that Orion had succeeded in convincing his brother not to tell the world that they'd already met was the fact that her parents hadn't mentioned it to her at all, something they would've done if they'd known, and in not a very friendly way.
Still, Gemma wanted to know what Orion was up to, so here she was in her room, sitting at her desk with a quill in her hand and a piece of parchment before her. A very special piece of parchment, but Gemma wasn't thinking of that. She was more focused on trying to figure out how to phrase a letter to the young man she was intended to marry, the young man who, in a single breath, annoyed her to her very core and intrigued her more than words could express.
It didn't help that she'd dreamed of him all three nights since she'd last seen him; the first dream had been fairly calm, but the second had been so racy that Gemma had woken up gasping and covered in sweat, and her younger brother, whose room was separated from hers by a large bathroom, had asked the next morning what her nightmare had been about. The third dream had brought Gemma to sudden wakefulness as well, but this time she had been crying.... she pushed this last dream out of her mind and focused on writing again. Making a decision, she brought her quill to the parchment and began to write.
Orion, (she wrote)
Don't be alarmed by the way this letter just arrived; it's a spell I developed myself in my last year at Beauxbatons. I simply wished to know how your efforts at convincing Andrew are progressing, and figured that this mode of communication would be faster than borrowing my brother's owl and sending it that way. Not to mention the fact that my brother would protest loudly and want to know what I was using his owl for.
Also, though I didn't really want to admit this, I wanted to know how you yourself are doing. I ask that you will send a note back letting me know about both of these subjects. To send a note back the same way, simply siphon the ink out of this piece of parchment, write your note on the same piece, tap the pre-attached seal twice, then flip the letter over and tap it where my address would normally go, saying my name aloud. I would prefer that you also make the note a private one; to do this, simply add the word "private" before my name. The note will then appear in a secure location, somewhere where my parents and brother will not happen upon it.
Thank you for all your efforts on our mutual behalf. I will expect a letter from you within the next day or so.
Gemma stopped writing, trying to figure out how to finish off the letter. Finally, she wrote:
Sincerely yours,
and signed her name with a flourish. She swiftly sealed the letter and applied a wax seal, tapping it twice with her wand once it was dry. It changed from a plain black seal to a brilliant blue one with GW in swirling letters on its face. She flipped the letter over and tapped it once, saying clearly, "Private. Orion Burgess." The letter disappeared, and Gemma rested her head on her desk, sighing softly.
"I hope that was the right thing to do," she murmured, placing her quill back into its inkwell.