Sending a Letter

Cass decides that the best thing to d obefore she leaves is to rub in Alex's face that not only is she going to Hogwarts, she's met Raven already! Take that, Alex. Oh, her brother was going to be so pissed, the mardy thing. She'd taken into consideration being a squib wasn't all-together that jolly this time of year (then again, it wasn't a jolly thing any time of year) but she supposed he'd suck it up and be a man. After all, he didn't get his letter two years ago when he turned eleven, why would it hurt him any more now?

The first year politely asks for paper, and bows when the man with horn rimmed glasses at the counter kindly obliges. Although she doesn't see anywhere she can lean on to use her lovely new quill on, so the wall will have to do. Next to her is a boy, so she raises her lips in a grin and concentrates on writing Alex's name in the best-worst handwriting she has.

With hands in his pocket, the young Hufflepuff headed for the post office. He wasn't sure what he was going to write, or who the receiver was going to be, but it seemed like the place to go when wanting to share some thoughts. Suppose he could have done that at Hogwarts, but I am the handler, and I will decide. Anyway, back to where we were.

Pushing open the door - really, he wasn't sure why magic hadn't been used for that - Ethanael straddled towards the corner. Placing some parchment before himself, he acquired a quill from his pocket and began writing.

Cass' head stopped following the movement of her quill and she slowly turned around, her toes in the same position. Yeah. The boy must have been directing the hello at her, unless he was talking to the back of the postmaster, who was eating a bagel or something similar.

"Hello, Landon Montgomery," she says in a strangled voice. The boy looks definitely older. And the thing about older boys- or so Alex says- is that they don't say anything to you unless they want something.

"D- do you want a pen or something?" She says exasperatedly after much thought.
Another body comes into the post office and reminds her she'd better get writing.

He could hear the distinct voices of two people - one with a musculine voice and the other a little high-pitched. Raising his eyes, he noticed the boy wave at him, and seeing no harm, he strutted closer to them.

Smiling, the Hufflepuff heard the girl ask a question, and the boy answer. Shrugging, he waited like the gentleman he was, or perhaps continued placing more words on the parchment.

"Oh. Right-o. Name's Cass," she says, smugly thinking that she could add this turn of events to her brother. Not all of them seemed to want to attack her with sticks. Maybe that was just Alex. She'll ask. "That all? You sure you don't need a pen?" Cass adds this just to check. Maybe he was quiet and shy and felt a little odd asking a stranger for a pen. She figures she'd be like that too, well, depending on the person.

She does a bright smile to the boy who approaches them and inks in the next part of her letter. Two paragraphs down.

Now look at that Mr. Know-it-All. A boy asked for my name and didn't even punch me or anything. Nor do I have any food on me. Well, visible. Well, that looks like food.
Cass pats her knapsack, greatful of it's contents: a brick sized sandwich. Beautiful. She isn't so sure on the filling though, that would have to be found out while actually on the train.

"Oh, I see how this is. You're keeping oncontact with your sister still then? I hope I stay like that with my brother. I suppose it all depends on if he replies, really. He is quite the mardy arse sometimes," she says honestly.

Cass doesn't know how else to progress with the letter. She decides the best thing to do is to just finish off this splatter of in ankd make it a smiley face. That'll do, it always does.

She does a smaller grin, and begins to fold the letter into an envelope.

Cass knows that only too well and smiles knowingly at Montgomery. She likes that last name. She's going to call him that if she ever sees him again. Well, he is a Hogwartian. The first year likes that he isn't scared to admit he likes his sister; she hasn't noticed that before. Maybe it's just her brother that's like that.

Cass turns around a little so Landon and the other boy and yes, the postman too, can't see. Now it's all nice and folded she kisses the fold of the letter and turns it back around again. This is where she begins to write the address.

The girl looks up at the slowly ticking clock to check what time it is. Not long now.