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Dear Lily,
I found all these old letters from all those years ago, after that disastrous wedding. I’m sure that as I dig through my attic, I’ll find more. And reading my old journals is like traveling back in time, back to when the world hadn’t lost its gloss quite yet.
I’ll attach a few of those letters in this envelope… I found it ever so curious when they all ended up back at my door, unopened. I hope everything is okay. I know a lot of things went unsaid between the two of us, and that the last time we saw each other, things got rather dicey.
But I want you to know that no matter what’s happened, I still love you, dearest cousin. Nothing, even all this time and distance, will ever change that.
I miss you. Please come home.
Love,
Rose.
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July 15, 2035
Lily Lily Lily Lily LILY.
I cut my hair last night with kitchen scissors.
KITCHEN. SCISSORS.
I feel like an absolute moron!! My fringe is frayed and awful and these scissors are rusty and dull! Why must you be away this summer? I’m terribly bored and I fear that nothing could ever possibly fix my ennui.
Now that Albus is constantly, incessantly, ALWAYS with Bertie (ugh, love) and Scorp is busy with the symphony and the concerts and everything in the States I have no one to see this summer at all! I’m nearly going mad! Nan has me knitting all the Christmas sweaters because she knows I’ve nothing better to do.
Oh, by the way, do you want pine green or scarlet this year? I had to convince Nan not to condemn you with the fate of an awful, awful, awful chartreuse. Good Merlin, could you imagine chartreuse of all colors? With your lovely auburn hair? It would wash you out so tremendously.
Now hush, I can just about hear you sighing. Color theory is important. Now imagine me sighing, because I am. Even Teddy and Vic are away in France and I wish I’d taken that semester in Beauxbatons after all!
They’ve the loveliest little cottage in Nice these days. If you’d come back from your summer program already I’d show you all the pictures! Victoire’s little girl is the image of elegance. Platinum blonde hair and all—the Veela in her genes are still going strong. Though, Teddy said he’s still waiting for the day she’ll morph her hair pink like his!
Mum has been a bit distant as of late. I think her memory is fading a bit as she gets older. It’s scary to see. I wish I could’ve seen her in the good old days, brightest witch of her age and all. But she’s still got the sharpest wit out of everyone I know.
Other than you, silly thing. I can sense you rolling your eyes.
Well anyways, someday you and I shall retire to the sea in Morocco. Or maybe we’ll live it up somewhere like Kyoto.
Oh, how I miss the days of our childhood summers. No stupid boys. No silly frills. Just long days diving with the bubble spell and tanning on the sand. Brushing miniscule rocks out of our sandwiches and shopping at the boulangerie.
Summer isn’t summer without you, Lils. Write me back.
Love,
Your favorite cousin!!
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August 12, 2035
Morning, Lily.
Or—it would actually be nighttime over there.
I tire of hearing updates through the grapevine!! Siberia (?) sounds… lovely though. Lorcan Scamander keeps stopping by and asking after you. He’s like a lovesick little puppy. Seems like I am not the only one who cannot wait for you to come back!
I was thinking—there’s a great Muggle Studies graduate program in London, so if I go there and you go back to work at St Mungo’s research lab we could hang out all the time! Maybe we could even live together! They have absurdly advanced Wizard Tech stuff out there. Granddad goes barmy at the mention of the stuff. He’s always telling me I should go into WizTech so I can apply all my Muggle Studies knowledge to the development of the field. I’m a romantic, though, through and through. I prefer the olden days.
If my work didn’t keep me at the Burrow, I’d be out there with you.
Love,
Rosie!
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November 28, 2035
Lily,
I had a dream last night. It was incredibly strange. And rather upsetting, as well. I dreamt that you had died in a freak accident. It was terrifying, to say the least.
I’m getting worried. Why aren’t you responding? Are you upset with me?
I just thought you should know that Scorpius is coming home for the holidays and I thought you might want to see him. I know your workload in Siberia must be very heavy. It was so strange to watch the leaves turn brown and to turn 30 without you by my side.
Let me know when you’ll be back. I really want to see you.
With impatience,
Rose.
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December 20, 2035
Dearest Lily,
My Christmas miracle this year would be for you to come home. I know I’ve been rather incessantly begging you to do so, but I really mean it. I want to hear all about how everything is going on your end, and to properly update you about my life, as well.
Yet I tire of writing these letters with no response, and I want to respect that it seems you want some space. So I’ll stop writing you for now. But if there’s anything wrong I would really like to talk to you about it.
It’s sort of just dawned on me that my life has rather derailed from the path I thought I’d be set on forever. I’ve no ring on my finger. Not anymore. And you won’t even talk to me.
I wish I could just go back and find the roots of all these issues and fix them. I suppose that’s a bit unrealistic, even for a witch.
I’m here for you. I love you.
Goodbye for now.
Rose.