In all honesty she should have had the sense not to even write the letters, writing them had caused her enough mental stress and she was sure her owl would never find the recipients anyway. After all one was dead, one missing and one hard to find. Nevertheless she’d wrote them, thinking of it as some form of closure. The first letter was written on muggle paper and simple blue ink, the second was patterned parchment and written in the brightest silver, the last and most hurtful was written on school parchment in deep red ink; a homage to the recipient. All three letters were currently clasped tightly in Fawne’s hands as she stared thoughtfully at her ebony owl, Thess...

She had never really been one to dress to her house colours but today she had, the deep scarlet contrasting brilliantly with her pale skin making her look, for lack of a better term, ‘dead’. Despite the morning temperature she wore nothing but the knee length, off the shoulder dress. Her feet covered by white mary janes and her long hair left down but adorned with a simple white butterfly hair clip. She looked every bit unreal as she stood there in the light of the window facing her owl.

With a silently sigh she pushed the letters into the concealed pocket of her dress, the same one that held her wand. Her mind now made up, she couldn’t possibly send them; one would never reach its target and the other two would probably not either. She took a step forwards, closer to the windowsill, the owl still sat there. It was a eagle owl, though darker than normal and despite looking sinister it was as calm as ever. Her voice was soft and muted when she spoke to it, like she didn’t really have the heart to voice her words.

“I rather believe it’s unfair to even ask you to find them Thess… So I shall not.” She smiled half heartedly at her owl, a slender hand reached out to pet its feathers, unaware of the audience she now held.