Polly Tibbetts

owls bring people together, one letter at a time

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The day after arriving back at Hogwarts, Polly wrote her family a letter. She wanted them to know that she had arrived safely and that she was good. Since she'd had to go home for several months last term due to coming down with Dragon Pox, her parents were mistrusting magic now. After all, no one had informed them that their daughter could now catch diseases that only people of the magical variety could get. After she was better, her parents didn't want her to go back to Hogwarts. Her dad had said that clearly magic was more dangerous than either he or Mum had thought. Polly had sighed and packed her trunk anyways. Then she had informed them that she would be going back to Hogwarts whether or not they escorted her to King's Cross because this was her school and just because they had different illnesses did not mean they were worse then the muggle ones her siblings caught.

 

Anyways, long story short, Polly had calmed her parents down enough for them to let her come back.

 

Polly walked into the owlery, her pockets filled to the brim with sweets. She still wasn't used to using owls to send letters, so she wasn't sure what to feed to the owls or how much to give in order to say 'thanks for taking this letter'. She pulled out the letter which had her address on it, but no stamps, and looked at the owls. "Who wants to bring this letter to my parents? I have treats." At that, she pulled out two brownies, a chocolate chip cookie, a lemon bar, and a vanilla cupcake. "I didn't know what owls eat so I hope this is okay," she told the owls, who were now staring at her with their big, creepy owl eyes.

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Despite what certain roommates might say, Stella Peabody was capable of being kind and even thoughtful.   Her Hufflepuff acquaintance from Diagon Alley, Polly, had suddenly disappeared due to a nasty case of dragonpox.  As week after week of the first term passed without Polly's return, Stella felt worse and worse.  Having grown up in the wizarding world, the Slytherin knew what a dangerous disease dragonpox could be.  And wasn't Polly a Muggleborn?  How was her family even caring for her at home?  

 

But Stella's worry was augmented by a healthy dose of guilt.  The last time she could remember seeing Polly was in an astronomy lesson, when she had bickered with the Hufflepuff over a seat at the front of the classroom.  She didn't want or need that on her conscience, especially not with all this Shiloh business already weighing heavily upon her.

So when Stella didn't see Polly in the first day or two after winter break, she knew she had to do something.  The only thing she could think to do was to send Polly a get well soon card.  And she knew that the girl liked glitter, so she decided to use some of the craft supplies she had purchased when she first met Polly.

 

The card featured a slightly clumsy rendering of Hogwarts Castle, embellished with glitter and an illustration of the Hufflepuff badger on its house crest in color-changing paint with even more glitter.  

"GET WELL SOON, POLLY!" the card read in Stella's neatest cursive.  She considered adding a more personalized note, but realized that she didn't know Polly very well, and wouldn't know what to say. So instead, she filled the rest of the blank space with magical stickers and doodles of flowers with even more glitter.

 

She found herself ascending the steps of the owlery for the first time in her second term, reflecting on all that had happened in the first term alone.  She couldn't imagine missing nearly an entire term at Hogwarts.  Despite some of the growing pains, being at Hogwarts was much better than being at home.


Stella was so lost in thought as she entered the owlery that she let out a startled shriek when the owlery was already occupied...by none other than Polly herself.


"Polly!  You're back!  Um...how are you? Are you recovered? I, uh...I made you this card.  I didn't know you were back," she explained apologetically, offering the card.  The thing looked silly and childish in the light of day.  She imagined the owls snickering at it.

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