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Seeley Pichardo

Early July 2037

Begins Week Two of Summer Break

 

 

Sitting on the edge of the dock, Seeley's bare toes dangled over the water.  Around her feet several ducks quacked up at her as she carelessly tossed pellets into the water towards them.  This was what her life had become.  Two weeks ago, she'd been running around a massive castle, casting spells in the dueling chamber, searching for hidden passages behind floor to ceiling tapestries and waking up (and falling asleep) to the smell of fresh baked cookies in the hufflepuff dormitories.  

 

Now... she was sitting alone on a dock tossing food pellets to ducks while her brother was inside sorting out his bowties by color.  (He'd just gotten half a dozen new ones and Mum was making him choose 3 to get rid of... the choice was killing him)  All in all, her parents had kept her relatively busy helping out at the marina but for the young badger the summer had brought about far too much downtime.  

 

Sure the sun, and the water were refreshing, but she was severely missing the excitement and her friends.  With a sigh, she tossed the last few pellets in her hands to the ducks and climbed to her feet, slipping back on her sandals and heading back into the house.  The quiet house; with both her parents still stuck closing up at work and Talus fretting over his ties she was left to find something to occupy herself with and pulling a slip of parchment from the desk drawer in the foyer she sat down at the kitchen table and began to write.   

 

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Desmond Potter

Two weeks, he has been home for two weeks now and it felt like it was a lot longer than that. He didn’t think the summer would be so slow and that he would want to go back to Hogwarts. He didn’t want to go back because of classes, but he had his friends there. He loved his family, there was just so many of them and being home he wasn’t allowed to do magic, his parents wouldn’t let him.

 

He missed waking up to his roommate wanting him to watch the sun, even though he would much rather be sleeping, his roommate always had food waiting for him, he missed dueling his friends and even learning new spells, the only learning that he would ever do, and missed quidditch.

 

He might have only played in one game, but it still amazing. Hoping that he would be able to play more in his second year. As he was sitting in his room, he was moving the doll that Rowan made him next to the one of his grandmother. When his father walked in with the post and handed him a letter.

 

Looking at the letter, he wonder which one of his friends would be writing him. Seeing that it was Seeley, he smiled. Not knowing why, but it was nice to get a letter from Seeley.

 

He opened it up and started reading, she was bored and had to help her mum and dad with work. That didn’t sound like it was fun at all. Grabbing a quill and parchment he started to write her back.

 

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...And just like that another week had gone by, only now Seeley had least had a bit of excitement in her eyes as she stared out across the water, feet dangling over the edge of the dock.  Rowan would be arriving for a visit any minute and she had just gotten a letter from Desmond.  Life was pretty good for the young blonde.  Though moments before she had questioned if a little rain was coming after being handed the letter from her father, who had eyed the return address suspiciously with an arched eyebrow.  

 

"Desmond Potter?"  He'd asked, inciting a grin and a nod from his daughter.  "Letters from boys, Seeley?"   The tall, bright eyed man looked down at his daughter with a look she couldn't read; a look she'd never seen before.  The hint of a smile, but his eyes were hard with suspicion.  

 

"It's no big deal Daddy." She said, not giving a care as she turned from him, grabbing her own piece of parchment and quill to write a return as she headed out to the dock to read and respond.   

 

 

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Another week past, it seemed that the summer was going faster than he thought. He didn’t mind it though, he would be back with his friends soon. He still didn’t care for the classes, but that was just who he was. His friends, he couldn’t wait to see them instead of just writing letters all the time to one another.

 

His cousin had gotten his letter, meaning that his uncle had came over and talked about it, Desmond was always in his room, unless he had to leave his room. His sister always wanted to play with him, knowing that in a few days his grandfather was going to be taking him to a quidditch match. Which would be loads of fun.

 

Sitting there, looking though his quidditch cards, he put all the same ones in a pile to give to his friends or family. He didn’t know who would want them more. His mother walked into his room. “Desmond, you got another letter from Seeley.”

 

His face lit up, why? He didn’t know, he had been getting letters all summer from friends. “Thanks mum.” He said taking the letter and she left his room, he opened it up and read, he laughed at the part where she said that she let him win when they dueled one another.

 

Grabbing some parchment and a quill, he sat at his desk, which was messy with all the figures that he had on his desk and started to write Seeley a letter back.

 

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Nearly two weeks had gone by bye the time Seeley settled down to read the next letter that had come.  Though it hadn't taken that long to arrive, dear old dad hadn't exactly been in a rush to distract Seeley from her visit with Rowan to let her know that she had gotten mail from the Potter boy and so it wasn't until after Rowan had gone home that the letter managed to make an appearance in Seeley's bedroom.   

 

Tearing open the letter she flopped onto her bed to read it and grinned at her friends challenge.  She certainly would show him.  She would show him right now if she were able to... of course they weren't allowed to do magic and she didn't actually even know where he wand was.   But, that was just not the point.   

 

Rolling off her bed, she walked across the room and sat down at her desk to write down her return message to Desmond.   

 

 

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It had been a few weeks since he gotten any letters. The last one he got was from Edwin about a camping trip. Desmond couldn't wait for that trip. He didn't know who all was going, but his father was going to drop him off and pick him up. This summer had been an adventure already, quidditch game and now camping. Rowan should be there soon, in a few days. He just couldn't wait for anything to happen. As he was cleaning his room, something he told his mother he would do so he could go camping, he heard her calling for him.

 

Making his way down stairs, his mother had another letter for him. He wonder who it could be from this time. Looking at the hand writing, it was from Seeely.

 

Tearing the letter open, he was reading it as he walked back up the stairs, and laughed. Seeley was never going to beat him in a duel. Maybe he should enter the tournament to show that she was he was the better dueler, but then dueling wouldn't be fun anymore if he did that.


Sitting at his desk, he wrote a letter back to Seeley. Hearing that she wanted to learn quidditch, his eyes lit up as he wrote that she should come and visit him.

 

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"Daddddddyyyyyyy!"  A shrill whine echoed down the lawn as the blonde bounced down the hill and across the dock towards the end where Oliver was just tying up the families' own small sailboat into the slip.  Immediately, his eyes flitting towards Desmond's letter clutched in her hand and the wrinkle she'd named after the boy on his forehead, she could have sworn, dug a little deeper.   

 

"Yes, my darling."  His voice replied, his hands worked to tie down the thick ropes at the hitch quickly before he turned to give her his full attention.  He stepped towards  her, standing at full height and blue eyes darkened in slight intimidation but it didn't fool the young girl.  She knew fully she could bend him to her whim with a smile. 

 

"Desmond sent me a letter... wants to know if I can come and learn to play some quidditch with him." She rambled off quickly.  "Can I go please!" She grinned, her brown eyes locking with his and pleading agreement.   Agreement that came shortly after, but at a price... accompaniment.  It wasn't that Oliver didn't trust his own daughter - well, he had pulled her out of enough physical scrapes off on her "cases" to last a lifetime and he knew that they weren't stopping any time soon.  

 

With the answer she wanted, Seeley took off to write her return letter, unaware that her father was staring at her retreated form with a curious look on his face.  Wondering if he really should take her word that this was all only just friendship, or if he needed to worry that she would soon be treating her heart with the same reckless abandon she treated everything else.  But then again, perhaps he just worried too much.   

 

 

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"Mum, Dad. Seleey's dad said that she was able to come." He was so happy that his friend would be coming over during the summer, and to learn the best sport in the world. He didn't know if she was wanting to try out for the team or not. Though he was going to get her ready just in case she wanted to try out. He walked back to his room and started to write a letter back, though she was going to have another adult at the house, he didn't mind at all. It just means that she will be here, now they just had to make plans on when she was going to come.

 

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Arrangements were made and within two weeks, Seeley and her father made the trip to the Potter home for some supervised quidditch instruction.  Relatively, anyway.  Seeley had been able to convince Oliver to keep his visit to actually spending time with the adults while Seeley spent actual time with her friend and in the end they were both happy.    For a few moments, upon arrival the blonde had even felt a strange tinge of a feeling called nervousness -  something she didn't feel very often, but it quickly washed away with a warm welcome and by the time the Pichardo's were leaving in the late afternoon to make the short (magical) travel back home, Seeley was feel much better about any kind of broom activity after the few hours in the Potter's backyard then she felt after a whole term of lessons at Hogwarts.   

 

"See Dad, they are good people." She challenged Oliver as they marched up the front porch steps of their own home a short while later.   

 

"I never said they weren't." was his response, reaching for the front door, his voice lilted with amusement.  "Desmond is a good friend.

 

"The best." Seeley agreed, entering the house and kicking off her shoes to head to her room and work on a letter to send the next day.    

 

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It had been a week since he wrote to anyone, he couldn't think to why he didn't get any letters until one day when he was cleaning his room. His mother was making him do it, he found the box that all the letters from this summer were in. He noticed one on top from Seeley, it was the last letter that she wrote him. After she had come over to learn how to play quidditch. How could he have forgotten to write her back.

 

Desmond decided to stop cleaning for a while, and wrote another letter. Thinking that soon he would be heading to Diagon Alley, and after that getting on the train to head back to Hogwarts. Summer went by really fast this year.

 

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