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catgotyourtongueannie:

Addison,

It’s really good to hear from you. I was starting to think you’d forgotten all about me. And yes, it is a bit silly to say that it’s quiet without me, but I get what you mean. I miss you too, even though you didn’t specifically say that. It’s been kind of a long break without you, if I’m being honest, I’ve spent a lot of time living inside my own head and working too much and not really… I dunno, it’s kind of weird. I’m feeling kind of weird. I dunno how to explain it without it sounding like I’m just a complete and total crazy person. I hate being a complete and total crazy person, so I’ll just say fuck it.

Anyway, enough of my rambling, this fudge is awesome! Is that stall still in Hogsmeade? I might need to make a quick trip and go find it for myself, stock up on a year supply. How much did it cost, actually, that’s an important factor. I didn’t know there was such a thing as eating too many cookies, if I’m being perfectly honest? But if you say so. 

I’m having a decent holiday? Mostly been working my butt off. It’s been a fun time, but honestly, I need you to sneak out and come visit me, or I can meet up with you in Hogsmeade and we can have a fun time. And I need more info on this party you mentioned. Who threw the party? Did anyone get extremely rowdy? Has anything super crazy happened?

Dear Annie,

I may be terrible about remembering to actually pick up a quill and write, but it would be impossible to forget about the light of my life. Your presence would make up for any lull in conversation, and I can just imagine the sort of things we could get up to together. But yes, in short I miss you too. Lay will do something ridiculous (or I will do something ridiculous) and I keep thinking how I just have to tell you when I see you in the common room,  and then I remember that you’re so far away. But at least I can write you. Maybe I can get out of the castle and come help you find your way out of your hand? I’m terribly bored and no one is watching the secret passageways. I’d even let you decide what we could do. 

If you ever want to talk to me about things, I hope you know that you can. It would be kind of silly for me to think someone crazy - you’ve met my family after all, and that’s not even taking into account my father’s relatives. Among those, I can assure you that kind of crazy you’re better off not meeting and you certainly have no fear of rivaling. Every day I thank Merlin that my father finally mixed the blood lines, or else I might have been born with a third eye. Though my eyes are lovely and I’m sure having a third wouldn’t be a disservice. 

I haven’t been back since the start of break, but I would be willing to bet it is! Since I’m not above shameless bribery, if you come visit me in Hogsmeade I’ll buy you all the fudge your heart desires and we could finish off the day with a butterbeer? You make a decent point there, but I will suggest we check in again at the start of term because if it is possible to eat too many cookies I’m confident I’ll be able to prove it. 

Though my first instinct is to tell you not to work so hard, I’m glad that you’re having fun. I’ve now given you veto power on some wild night out on the town if I come see you, and shameless and substantial bribery if you come see me so I leave our evening in your capable hands. As to my wild night earlier during break, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint some of your questions. By the time I got there it was already in full swing and Merlin knows who actually started it. There was firewhiskey (of which I drank more than I should) and someone brought in some muggle records (so not a Slytherin I would imagine). I might have snogged someone, its all a little hazy. But since I can’t guarantee it and don’t have name, house, or gender, I hope you’ll find it in you to forgive me for my terrible lack of gossip.

Hoping that our girls date will involve slightly less firewhiskey or at least snogging of the more memorable kind,

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alcfrtsc:

Addy,

Sounds like you’re having lots of fun! And oh no, I am off duty during the entire break, so please share, what kind of Christmas party was there in the Room of Requirement? I would love to hear. I promise, I will try not to the head girl thing, but even if I do, you should kick my bumm about it.

I can’t say I can relate to that problem, never really had that problem myself, but I am sure your sister appreciates your sacrifice. Was you mom at least happy about the present? Oh Merlin, please don’t tell me you’re studying! I haven’t actually opened any of my text books since the beginning of the break, and now I feel guilty. I need to start studying too, I can’t fall behind, I can’t actually waste my time.

Things home are great. I spend a lot of time with my dad, I saw him more during the first part of the year than usual, but still I really missed him, so being around him is just nice, and I can tell he loves having me home too. I think ever since the fall, he just contantly worries about me, so he can ease up a bit now that I am home for the holidays. And Christmas was great, we spent it with my uncle and aunt and cousins and it was so nice to have the entire family together.

And I saw Frank and Kings, we had our annual sleepover a couple of days ago, which was fun, it was nice to have just the three of us hanging out, and we made this incredible fort out of blankets and pillows! You should have seen it, it was the coziest and the most comfortable thing ever!

I can’t wait to see you either! I really hope you’re having fun and relaxing and enjoying yourself.

Love,

Alice,

I’d like to tell you all about my exciting adventures exploring the wild side of Hogwarts night life, but I’m afraid it isn’t too exciting. There was a lot of firewhiskey involved and someone apparently got a muggle record player to work in there. It’s a bit hazy (courtesy of said firewhiskey). Someone might have gotten transfigured into a cat at some point, but I assume they’re put to rights by now since I haven’t heard about anything otherwise. I may have snogged someone - I’m not sure and I’m thinking I don’t want to know regardless. 

Mum was thrilled, if her letter was to be believed. Which generally should since I know how excited she is about anything magic. We got her some flavor changing gingerbread, and a scarf enchanted to show the stars currently in the sky. If Mum and Dad weren’t disgustingly in love, I’d worry she was using him for the magic. Fortunately, I don’t think he minds being at her beck and call for all her magical wishes.

Merlin, don’t even think about opening your textbooks. You work hard enough during the terms as it is. At this point, I’m fairly sure you could ace your NEWTS if you went ahead and chucked your books now. Lack of things to do has driven me to the library I’m afraid, and I’m reasonably confident that studying is less likely to result in accidentally snogging someone than some of my other activities so far this break. I’ll be sure to inform you if that is proved incorrect. 

I’m very happy that the two of you are getting to spend time together, it sounds like you both needed it. As frantic as I was after your fall, I can’t imagine how he must have felt as your father. Having you home and safe in one peace must mean the world to him. Being with the whole family does sound nice, and I’m glad you were able to see them. I know I felt a little homesick for my family on Christmas. I feel like having cousins on holidays must be so much fun - though I suppose my parents reproduced enough that we get plenty of familial chaos just from my siblings.

Ah, the sleepover! I had forgotten you always do that. I truly regret that you didn’t get a photograph as I’m sure it must have been a showstopper. I hope they are having good holidays themselves. I haven’t socialized too much recently myself, but I bumped into Gladys Gudgeon in the kitchens while I was baking some of Mum’s recipes and that was nice. As per usual, I made way too much. The tin attached has some of the excess.

Between all of the baking and the enforced studying, I can only hope that break winds down soon. If it goes on too long I’ll balloon out and someone might actually think I’m respectable. 

Love, hugs, and excess gingerbread cookies,

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Dear Atticus, ( @notthatscamander)

Can I honestly confess how incredibly dull the castle is with no one around? Sure there have been moments but everything is so quiet I almost miss the classes (almost, not quite). It’s given me plenty of time to bake at least, and with all of Mum’s family recipes I certainly was not short for choices. The package has some of the usual Fawley gingerbread cookies, fudge, and assorted sweets - my apologies if any of it is inedible, I didn’t have my family’s careful supervision this go around. I like them but all of this quiet might be getting to my head.

It’s been good to see Lai so happy though, even though I worry about her and her friends running around the castle with some of those who happened to have stayed as well. I elected not to worry Mum and Dad about that, but I’m not sure they entirely believed my sudden interest in studying. I think they felt better once they started getting Lai’s letters and I wrote them about the Christmas market - you know how my mum gets about everything magic.

I hope everything is wonderful at home and you’re having a fanastic Christmas as well. I hear the high society are having their own shindigs too and I imagine some pretty interesting stories will come out of that. Are you going to make an appearance? I know its not your thing, but I also know that you’re friends with one of the Black sisters.

Hope you’re having a happy Christmas,

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Dear Annie, ( @catgotyourtongueannie)

Would it make any sense at all if I said Hogwarts was quiet without you? I’m only joking a little, I’m sorry. But really, the castle is mostly deserted and outside of a rowdy room of requirement party last week I don’t think even I could get involved in any trouble. I’m feeling a little homesick, which surprises me but I suppose it is my first Christmas away from home. I’m remembering now how I stayed for my baby sister, and I’m not sure I’ve seen Lai for longer than an hour at a time. I am glad she’s having fun though, and I think I’ll miss seeing her around the castle once I graduate. 

It’s been a good Christmas so far nonetheless. I’ve had time to myself, I visited the Hogsmeade Christmas market (I’ve attached some fudge that I got at a stall, I hope you like it), and baked way too many cookies (and eaten too many as well, so you’ll have to come back soon and rescue me from my decision making).

I hope you’re having a wonderful Christmas as well and I want to hear all about everything - even if you’ve been as extraordinarily dull as I have. If you can persuade me to sneak out and visit you, I’ve got boxes of baked goods I need to get off of my hands.

Love,

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Christmas at home had always been an incredibly important time for the Fawley family.Though her mother was a muggle, she delighted in directing her husband’s magic to decorate the estate just to the picture she had imagined. Addison’s father joked that the house elves would be put out of work with the way her mother baked every holiday, but it had become a family tradition for the Fawley siblings to join in on the festivities in the kitchen. Most of her life Addison had been the only one able to reach the counter, and so she knew the recipes best out of any of the siblings - most of which she knew by heart.

Feeling homesick and wistful for the Christmases past, Addison found her way to the kitchen and made her thank yous and excuses to the house elves before she set to work. Summoning the ingredients with her wand hand, she sifted through what was on the counter with the other. Finally organizing everything she needed, she began to combine everything into a bowl - not bothering with measurements after so many years of baking them.

Suddenly realizing something was missing, she blurted her mistake aloud just as the portrait hole opened. “I don’t think we have any cookie cutters,” she frowned, before grinning bashfully as she realized she was heard. “Here I thought I wouldn’t have any competition for counter space. I hope I won’t be in your way?”

@yourgalgladys

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Never done one of these before, but Addison has pitifully few threads going since she really wouldn’t go to either the gala or the engagement party - so like or comment on this for a starter from Addison! <3 She’s technically at Hogwarts, but she can sneak off from Hogsmeade or send letters.

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Alice,

Christmas is going well! Its my first time at the castle over break, and I thought it would be quieter and it certainly isn’t crowded but those left seem determined to enjoy their Christmas with a bang. As head girl, I probably should not tell you about the Christmas party the other night - Adelaide was furious when I kicked her out of the room of requirement but my baby sister can have her time after I’m gone.

I took Lay to the Christmas market and that was certainly interesting! Once she’d found her way back from having to run through all of the stalls with her friends, I helped her pick out some Christmas presents for Mum - the joys of being the older sibling, I pay for her gifts. Even so it was a good Christmas. I’m appreciating the quiet moments in between the celebrations. I’m feeling all too aware of the NEWTS coming up and I appreciate having the library to myself.

I hope everything at home is going well and you’re having a good holiday yourself! Are you doing anything fun? Have you met up with anyone yet or is it a quiet break yourself?

As much as I don’t want break to end, I can’t wait for you to come back so I can see you in person!

Love,

Addy [ @addisonentallyinlove ],

how is Christmas during the break? I kept telling myself every year that the next would be the one when I stay and see what it’s like when barely anyone is in there, but it kept not happening, and since this is my last year, I guess I’ll never know.

Is it weird or exciting or both? Anything fun you’ve done with the suddenly found quietness?

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Addison’s plans had initially been to go home for Christmas, excited to see her home, her parents, and her non magical younger siblings. Their Dumfries estate was always particularly festive this time of her. Her mother had always loved the holidays with her muggle family, and the chance to embrace the festivities with the help of her husband’s wand never went amiss. 

This year, however, Adelaide had wanted to stay for Christmas with her friends and Addison had been reluctant to leave her to the emptier castle and whomever else might choose to stay. Her sister had begged Addison to attend the Christmas market with her, and Addison had agreed readily enough. Their sisterly bonding time had been cut short, unfortunately, as Adelaide’s eye had been caught by a couple of students from her own year - leaving Addison to herself.

Mingling among some of the food booths, she was examining a stall of gingerbread that supposedly changed varieties with each bite. She thought her mother and siblings would be thrilled - always amazed at whatever bits of magic she brought home for them.

 Noticing the person standing next to her, she held up on package of it and smiled. “What do you think? Would it be good, or do you think you’d end up in some kind of tragic Bertie Bott’s scenario?”

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It was hardly the first time she had ended up in detention. It wasn’t that she actively sought to break the rules. She wasn’t even particularly wild. But an impulsive nature and oblivious tendencies had combined together and slightly accidentally transfiguring a dog and setting it loose in Transfiguration was generally frowned upon. McGonagall had not been amused - though she had given her five points for the spell work. 

Which was how she ended up here: in the trophy room, scrubbing a medal for some bloke in the 19th century. She wasn’t particularly bitter about it - she earned the detention, honestly. But it was still a remarkably dull way to spend an evening. Hearing the door open and close behind her, she wasn’t sure if it was some prefect sent to watch her or some other poor sod sent to wallow in detention with her. Either way, it meant she had company and she could only be cheerful about it.

“Good evening,” she greeted happily over her shoulder, focused on one particularly stubborn spot on the medal. “Joining me or out for a stroll?”

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springweed:

The sniffling brat made her roll her eyes. Fucking chav. Couldn’t they see she was trying to enjoy her fucking food without being bothered by anyone? It’s fucking rude. Why the fuck did some of these wizard assholes procreate anyway? Waste of a fucking sperm.

Who the fuck did this fucking minger think she is? Spring’s vengeful eyes land on the other girl. Even looking at this girl made Spring lose her appetite. Placing the eating utensil beside the silver tray, swaying her head from one shoulder to the other. “YOU DAFT FUCKING COW. GO CHOKE ON SOME HOUSE ELF COCK LIKE THE MANKY MINGER YOU ARE.” Spring yells unpleasantly. Did she give one fuck who heard her? No. She gave no fucks.

Exactly what went through her head as her hands curl around both parts of the tray. She stands as if she might leave, but instead she uses the tray like an improvised bat. The contents spilling across the table and the silver metallic part of the tray swinging in the air towards Addison’s face.

“GET IT THROUGH YOUR TROLLOP SLAG HEAD. THIS IS THE SPRING HOUSE TABLE.”

She watched the girl scream as she took a bite out of her toast, vaguely curious whether it was simply a terrible temper or if the girl was truly delusional enough to think it her own table. Reaching for a glass of pumpkin juice, she wondered if the girl’s lungs would eventually get tired. Surely after awhile she’d need to stop for a cough drop or something. That much screaming was terrible on the throat. 

Addison couldn’t say she knew the girl, but she knew of her - or more accurately she had heard her in the few classes they shared together. The loss of acquaintanceship wasn’t exactly something she grieved. At the house elf comment, the earlier aforementioned second year began to choke and cough on their breakfast. 

Casually beating the back of the kid to help them clear their throat, she raised her wand with a quick impedimenta to stop the onslaught of tray and food. Thankful that transfiguration was one of her better subjects, by the time the charm lifted Spring held a rather large feather instead of a tray. It still had a simlar pattern to the tray and the stem was suspiciously curved like a handle, but in fairness her spell work had been on the fly. The contents of the tray were now bouncing across the Gryffindor table - upturning other plates and causing general disarray - but at least no concussions were to be had.

“Is this just an attitude or are you actually convinced that this table is yours?” She asked curiously, finally voicing her earlier question. “Because if the second, I can find someone to clarify for you. If the first, no one cares about your temper tantrums, dear. You aren’t edgy, just loud..”

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Addison sat on the landing at the top of the moving staircases, legs through the stonework of the banisters and waving lazily back and forth. A rather large bowl of popcorn sat in her lap, and she alternated between eating a kernel and carefully eyeing the staircases’ movements before tossing one. Her afternoon had initially begun just looking for a quiet place to relax, but time on her hands had combined with poor impulse control and now her aim was to throw her popcorn from the top of the moving staircases to the bottom without hitting one in between. 

Swearing under her breath as her most recent throw bounced off the stairs three flights down, she narrowed her eyes and counted the seconds as the stairs moved. Throwing one, she watched it go down ... down ... down ... down ... and bounce off the head of a Slytherin on the first flight of stairs. 

Swearing (much louder this time) she pulled her legs through the banister and yanked herself out of view, only to knock into a pair of knees behind her. In her surprise, the bowl was knocked out of her lap, sending popcorn flying. Steadying the bowl to save what was left, she hurriedly stood up to watch as the rest fall. Most bounced chaotically between the stairs and students, but one single kernel fell between and landed solidly on the first landing. 

“Hell yeah,” she grinned and finally looked behind her. “Oh, hey Lestrange.”

@rody-lestrange

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Addison Quinn Fawley

And nothing is broken and nothing is lost We'll hear the unspoken, the bridges we cross And I'll remain fearless at trails that don't last The trees become ghosts and the journey's at bay

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Addison’s letter from home was clutched in her hand, her reply held much looser in the other. Her owl was perched on her shoulder, nibbling at the hair loose from her messy bun. Her quill tip had broken before she could sign and address the envelope. She was confident that Cat was more than capable of finding his way to the family estate with or without specified instructions, but she preferred to err on the side of caution in the current climate.

Saturday morning saw the Great Hall relatively empty as she looked around for someone to borrow the quill. Determining that the Gryffindor table was likely going to be far friendlier than the few at the Slytherin, she crossed the hall and slipped into the bench. “Got a quill, McKinnon?” she asked before actually taking in the Gryffindor’s condition.

“Oops, sorry,” she grinned sheepishly and spoke in a quieter tone. “Late night I take it?”

The room was definitely spinning; or at least Marlene was ninety-nine percent sure that it was. She could feel the blood thumping through her ears as her head felt like it was about to crack open with the amount of pain she was experiencing. Marlene McKinnon didn’t get hangovers, it wasn’t something she did but; she had probably gone above and beyond the previous night, with the alcohol, she was very sure there was a couple empty bottles now stashed under her bed. 

Marlene was focusing on her breathing, and trying to look more alert. Vaguely she heard someone approach her and start talking, but she wasn’t able to make out a single word of what her new found companion was trying to tell her. 

‘‘I’m going to need to talk a hell of a lot quieter, as well as, a hell of alot slower.’‘

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Addison had intended for her morning to go quite differently. She had risen at a relatively reasonable hour. She’d found her favorite sweater that she thought she had left at home. She hoped to meander her way to the Great Hall, perhaps see Alice or Ted over breakfast. 

Instead, as she strolled through the Great Hall with only pleasant thoughts on her mind, she watched a juice carton whiz past her face with only an inch’s spare room.

Bloody fuck. 

Pleasant mood thoroughly erased, she turned to see a second year cowering on the bench beside her as some Gryffindor stormed her wrath for the entire Hall to hear. Seeing the poor child on the verge of tears, she abruptly shifted her plans and planted herself on the bench beside them. Without breaking eye contact with the raging girl, she summoned a juice box for the sniffling child and handed it to them before she pulled a bowl of oatmeal in front of her.

“Oi, Edgelord, this is communal dining. If you don’t like to share a table, eat in the kitchens,” she said, taking a spoonful of her unexpected breakfast.

Hogwarts was number four in her list of wizarding schools. Dumbledore was convinced Hogwarts could fix her. Where Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Ilvermony didn’t. Abraxas had made that known, and of course he placed a considerable donation. Dumbledore didn’t know at the time the monetary contribution was for the things Spring would break in her tantrums. The sorting hat may have given her Gryffindor, but Spring was already mutilating the colors of her jacket and the pins. Also finding her own abandoned room to call her own “house common room”.  Spring Weed would not conform. Her fiery temper is well known. It radiates from the stomping motion her feet make instead of the light steps. It flourishes from her angry banshee shrieks at everyone.

Lunch time wasn’t any different, she sat down in the Great Hall, with her legs slacked open and not crossed lady-like. Blue eyes roll upwards as some students, she had to assume were Hufflepuff came to welcome her to Hogwarts. They were meant with an unpleasant insult and told to shove their greeting up their ass. Picking at the plate in front of her the shadow of someone crosses her. Spring hears the clack of a plate near her, and shoots daggers from her eyes. “Oi! Get another fucking table asshole. GET BENT THIS IS MY FUCKING TABLE.” Grabbing her extra carton of juice she had belligerently gained,  she throws it at the other student letting out an angry shriek.

Obviously, she can’t just hog.. the table right? But not in the mind of Spring. Then she gets mad that the person had made her throw her juice box at them. “BLIMEY YOU’RE SO FUCKING RUDE. NOW I NEED ANOTHER JUICE. FUCKING ASSHOLE. GO STICK THE SNITCH UP YOUR ANUS AND FLY THE FUCK INTO FUCKING BLOODY SUN AWAY FROM ME. FUCKING BULLSHIT. NUTTER PRAT.”

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Addison Quinn Fawley

They say, "You're a little much for me. You're a liability. You're a little much for me.” So they pull back, make other plans. I understand, I'm a liability. Get you wild, make you leave. I'm a little much for everyone.