Post by mirandash on Apr 16, 2007 17:57:37 GMT -5
Miranda was grinning like mad. She had gotten letters from home and they had even forwarded her friends letters too. She ran her fingers over the smooth and curly handwriting of her mum, the sloppy and almost impossible to read handwriting of Carter, and the mix of manuscript and cursive of her best friend Bridget. They informed of how their lives were going without her. Her mother's seemed hectic and full of worrying, while Carter was dealing just fine, he just was getting worse at quidditch, and Bridget hated the fact that she had to find new friends. Because according to her, the shy factor was a major problem. I know how you feel... Miranda thought as she re-read parts of Bridget's letters.
It was official. She was homesick and no matter what, that would not be changing any time soon. Miranda folded the letters up and put them in her lap. This was devastating. She had only talked to a few people, not enough to call them friends, and she had been so busy with classes that she didn't have lots of time to be worrying about her life elsewhere. She pulled out from her bag, three pieces of parchment, her quill and ink. She dabbed the quill into the dark blue ink and started scribbling her replies to each of them. Hopefully, their return would come soon after she sent hers.
It was official. She was homesick and no matter what, that would not be changing any time soon. Miranda folded the letters up and put them in her lap. This was devastating. She had only talked to a few people, not enough to call them friends, and she had been so busy with classes that she didn't have lots of time to be worrying about her life elsewhere. She pulled out from her bag, three pieces of parchment, her quill and ink. She dabbed the quill into the dark blue ink and started scribbling her replies to each of them. Hopefully, their return would come soon after she sent hers.