Dear 6,
I wasn’t wrong. I doubted for a moment when Ficus knew so much about the letters. He said he had to be sure I was the one. But I was right. Ficus was a vampire. Zephyr still may be. She’s been involved in this from the beginning. I don’t know how no one’s noticed. I don’t know how they can keep from believing me after everything that’s happened.
Or maybe they do know, and they’re just not doing anything about it. They took my wand so I can’t do anything, and they sent an owl to my parents. Not that I care about that. They MUST know that Ficus was a vampire or there would have been hue and cry over a missing Headmaster by now! And no one has even questioned the professors who saw the whole thing. Instead, they keep me in the infirmary and pretend that everything is normal.
I’m writing to let you know that you haven’t lost me. I am not crazy. My mission hasn’t changed. I’ll sit and stare at the walls and pretend to be traumatized until I get my chance. All I really need is proof. My thoughts are so much clearer now. Before, everything was in a whirl. Now I can hear whole conversations going on behind my eyes. If I listen, things start making sense again.
Ficus claimed to be you, but that couldn’t be. You’re a vampire hunter, and he protected Zephyr for years. I don’t know why yet. Maybe she has him in thrall, like she has the Hogwarts Potionsmaster. I don’t know who the woman with her that night was either.
Please wrote me back. I’d like to know what you think of all this. You’re the master, and I want to handle this situation properly, but I don’t know how long I can afford to wait to hear from you.
Please respond quickly!
There was a faint rustle of folding paper in the owlery. A small barn owl flew off into the stinging wind. The slight girl he left behind didn’t feel the cold. Her braid of hair whipped around her shoulders and her breath misted in the air. As silently as she had come, she turned and was gone again. Back * Next