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WHEN I returned to my dormitory that night, a letter was waiting for me on top of my desk.
I immediately knew it was from mum and dad before I picked it up.
Dear Margo,
Glad to see that you're alive and well. Your mother and I were starting to worry whether you've drowned and died because of homework!. . .Only joking, dear.
We both got your letter regarding a certain someone and I assure you, I can happily agree that I feel the same way. Never took a liking to that toad — sorry, woman. Your mother is currently reading this over my shoulder and she can't stop giggling in my ear. You can see we both don't like her very much.
As for the Order, everything is going well. Your mother and I are taking care of each other as we always will, I hope you do the same for yourself and the others, too. No need to worry about what's happening here, Mar. We've got it all under control.
Don't cause too much trouble! I don't want another letter about how you sent another student to the infirmary again.
We both love you,
Mum and Dad
I giggled to myself and shook my head. Only my dad would know how to make a letter funny.
I was pleased to hear that he and mum shared a dislike for old toad-face just as much as I did.
Glad to know that she had that affect on her others too.
Opening the drawer to my bedside table, I took out a box. It was an old gift-box, complete with the lid that you can remove and place again. It wasn't too big nor too small, just the right size for a king's crown to fit in.
I slipped the letter back into its envelope, dropping it into the box that held my previous letters I've gotten from my parents this year. I closed the lid and set it aside.
Yes, I liked keeping my letters. The sense of nostalgia I get when I reread them was simply a feeling that was euphoric to me. I currently have one box filled to the brim in my closet at home, housing letters from the start of my second-year till my fourth.
Stripping off my uniform, I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and got into bed. I knew I wasn't going to be sleeping as quick as a baby tonight; I usually didn't. I was never that person who immediately passed out as soon as their head hit the pillow. For such a sleepy girl, you'd think that was the case.
