(( I'm sorry for disappearing as well. We had (still have) exams and the days before them were very busy … ))
(( Would you like to skip to the start of seventh year? Perhaps at Kings Cross or at Hogsmeade station? ))
"I'd love to," Caelum apologetically kissed the top of Julia's head before continuing, "but I do have to go home. Father will be waiting for me and I'm sure he's stressed and pulling his hair out over how to get mum back to normal. He needs me there, but I promise I'll be visiting you soon. Next thing you know, we'll be eating waffles at your breakfast table." He smiled at her with gleaming eyes.
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Their trip had ended and everyone departed their own ways after reaching the airport. Caelum and Aren had stayed behind with the former planning to use the floo and the latter decided to stay in the villa for a few days more.
Days had passed and a knock was heard on the door of the Potter's new home. It was Dorothea
Malfoy Rosier at the door with a youthful, lost, but hopeful light in her eyes holding a letter with an elegant script written on the back, "To Julia".
Dorothea asked if her best friend was living there, while giving the letter to the person who answered the door. "The young Malfoy wanted me to give this. It's quite strange. Who would have known that Corvus had the ability to sire a child?"
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Dear Julia,
I hope this letter reaches you and that you are well. I apologize but I cannot visit you so I decided to write this letter in my stead. Mother will be coming alone and we have the greatest trust that she will arrive safely, she hasn't forgotten how to hex, after all.
The days have been cold in the manor, but bearable. Stone walls and marble floors tend to do that. One of the house elves accidentally disabled the warming charm, Merlin knows how he did that, but he did. Everyone's been walking around with warming charms on their clothes while others have been dragging bundles of thick blankets around like old kings walking aged corridors with weary malaise as they wistfully remembered the history of a particular painting.
The end of summer draws near and I find myself wishing I was beside you by the warm hearth of your - most likely - red and gold living room. Perhaps it would be too warm over there to light a fire in the hearth, but let a shivering boy dream.
Father has closed off our floo from the network (as he always does when he doesn't expect visitors) so that means I can't speak to you through the floo. He's also warded off any owls from leaving and entering the area so this will be my last letter to you until we return to Hogwarts. Please try not to owl me or your owl will be dying a most excruciating death, or, well, captured by the elves and kept somewhere in the owlery.
Please send Olivia and Amira my regards.
With love,
Caelum
P.S. Mother is very fond of blueberry pancakes.
P.P.S. I haven't cut my hair in a while. I wonder, would miss Potter still find me exquisitely handsome?
P.P.P.S. I am still handsome. There is no doubt about that. Don't you dare doubt that. You know full well in your heart that I will always be flawlessly fetching.