Music was blaring through the speakers of the car that one Emily Reaver was driving. The car, much to her mother's dismay was her home now, always travelling throughout America with the auror group she was with. It paid well, better than the job her mother was working, and Emily never forgot her mother when it came to finances. Her mother had supported her every decision, including her bad ones, like when she decided to get the word "Loyalty" and the word "Honesty" tattooed on her wrists, or when she was shacking it up with a rather temperamental muggle. Her mother always had her back, and that was why she was at ease to know her mother was on a plane to stay with some of her friends in Canada for a while. Despite Emily living out of her car, her mother knew to trust her judgement because she learned that when Emily said things were getting bad, they were getting BAD.
Another sip from her styrafoam coffee cup and a sloppy bite of her powdered doughnut, and Emily focused her attention entirely on the road. She would be arriving at her cousin's flat right as soon as she got off work if she timed herself right. This was including an hour break to write to Charlie, who needed to know that things were going to shit in America too. She didn't want to tell him that, but it was true, and with a few English aurors reaching out to the American branches, Emily was about to take the offer.
She stared at the road, and after a while longer of driving, Emily reached her rest stop, where she fueled up on gas, got some more food, and sat at a picnic table with her journal and pen in hand. Before she could start writing though, a letter appeared before her, and from the handwriting, she already knew who it was. Her bright hazel-green eyes scanned the page before she smiled. However, now it was her reply that had to go out.
Nature Boy!
I have to assume that you wrote to me on your trip back home, because I didn't think that I would be getting a letter at the rate you were dawdling. Shame, shame on you. But I think it's positively wonderful that your brother found someone, he seems like a good guy from what you have told me.
And no Charlie, I have never been to England, but it looks like I will be there soon. Good and bad news all at once though. I will be leaving soon, if I take the job offer, but truth is I am a little hesitant to leave Sammy here, so I am going to see if she will come with me. It has gotten bad here. My group and I had to fight off Death Eaters here. DEATH EATERS, Charlie, and I thought they were an England exclusive, but I suppose whatever-his-face is trying to expand his army.
But I have got go for now, sorry to cut it short, I have about three more hours of driving until I get to Samantha's door. I may actually surprise her because I am about three days early. Write back soon, Nature Boy. Can't wait to meet you if things go my way.
Always,
Emmy
Signing the name she always did with Charlie, she checked her surroundings before she folded the page into a swan and enchanted it to fly off. "Now, to get to Sam." She told herself before getting back into her car and speeding off down the freeway.
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Everything was utter chaos at the Weasley Household, as it always was, and forever would be, but tonight was different. Charlie, George noted, was coming home. The red haired twin ran his fingers through his ginger locks at the first moment he got to breathe, and it seemed that it was the first time in a week. "Mum is going barmey waiting for Charlie to get here. Why he took muggle transport, I don't understand." George's identical twin, Fred, commented, and George couldn't help but to agree.
"Who knows, maybe all the dragon training makes him hesitant to apparate, you know, with prior injury the rate of splinching goes up and blah, blah, blah. I half listened to Hermione when she explainex it earlier." George admitted before seeing a piece of paper on his dresser. A smile twitched at his.lips and he quickly snatched it up before his twin could.
"You still writing to that girl?" Fred asked, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Sam is good friend, besides, you know what goes on with her, especially since after your pen pal dropped off you started reading all of Sam's letters." George quipped as he quickly read the note and began writing back.
"Send her a howler, so she can hear our voices." Fred laughed, but George actually thought it would be a nice change.
He looked to Fred a moment before writing.
Sam,
Sorry if the red envelope surprised you, but Fred actually had a brilliant idea. Send you a howler so you could hear my voice. Ha ha. Anyway, thanks for checking in, I needed the note today. Mum is going mad awaiting Charlie's arrival. Took muggle transport for some odd reason, but no matter. In a couple of weeks my eldest brother Bill is getting married. Mum said that Bill and Fleur said you are more than welcome to come.
As of lately, Mum keeps thinking that we should meet face to face. You should hear how she is hounding Charlie too. But hope to hear from you soon, Mum is calling us back down.
Sincerely,
George.
PS. Fred says hi.
"Really Fred?" George laughed before sending off the letter.
"Put her in a good mood, now hurry up, mum might burst." Fred urged, and George nodded, but soon they smiled.
"MY BOY IS HOME AT LAST!" Molly's voice carried up the stairs and they smiled before barrelling down to greet their brother.