birthday wishes

[Ezekial Aesalon]

Kitty,

  Well I wonder why I'm writing to you, you irresponsible silly thing -

OH, RIGHT. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

How does it feel to be seventeen? How's the summer been so far? Any exam grades back yet? How're Maud and Jed? How are their respective things?

I hate being out of the loop, Kitty. I hate it.

Trail is good otherwise. We're outside an abandoned town-thing and Ev and Callum are discussing some woman by the name of Mae Callaghan, who I did not sleep with. The worst thing to happen to me so far was puking off a mountain, and that's because I was hungover.

I don't have a present for you yet because - adventuring. I promise many toffees when I return.

I apologize if this arrives a few days early or late - Ministry owl and the middle of nowhere.

Have an excellent birthday.

Love,

Eze

  

[Catherine SaDiablo]

Dear Eze,

June 18th, 1882

Why, my drunkened and impulsive brother, I cannot believe you remembered! Oh Eze, receiving your letter has made me so happy. Not only does it ease my mind about your still being a alive, but I had been so afraid that you would have forgotten my seventeenth birthday; the birthday where I am now officially considered an adult! How does it feel to be seventeen? It actually does not feel any different other than the restriction on underaged magic weighs considerably lighter. I will admit, the first thing I did this morning was use my wand, knowing that I could not very well get in trouble for using it.

My summer's been progressing nicely. I mean, it is nothing out of the ordinary despite residing in my eldest brother's apartment and being undeniably with child, but I did truly miss you. I needed my Eze for entertainment. It is extremely tedious at times and I cannot venture out of Jed's apartment for fear that my pregnancy should be discovered, and oh Eze! I detest being pregnant! I am usually possessing cravings for some sweet or sour food of some kind; I am not usually overly concerned about my figure, but the stretchmarks are so ugly that I feel like crying at the sight of them; overall, I want my Eze home. I'm miserable.

Eze, you know exam grades are not received by the students until near the end of summer, but I can confess to you quite easily that I do not expect a positive letter. It was such a hectic year, and I have been so irresponsible that I suppose my position as Prefect is going to be taken from me. Eze, you do not know how much guilt I feel inside over my idiotic and foolish actions from this past year and the previous years before. The guilt consumes me, Eze; it controls my entire life. How can I raise a child when I am most certainly still a child myself?

On to a more light subject, have you heard that Maud is engaged? That History of Magic professor proposed to her nearly a month ago and she just recently informed me of her engagement only two weeks ago. Eze, we may not be particularly fond of Prof- excuse me, Mr. Rutledge due to the subject he teaches, but we must appear amiable to him for Maud. She is so excited, so happy than I have ever seen her before that I cannot help but bless Maud and Mr. Rutledge on their marriage and pray for many happy years together. Jed? Jedidiah paces the floor every evening after work, awaiting messages from Josephine on the Trail that never come. I hug him, console him, and hope for the best possible outcome that Jo will return safe to him; safe to all of us.

Something within me informs me that you have spent the majority of this expedition in a druken stupor. Why am I not surprised? However, I must chastise you for your stupidity as what if a flying dragon (are we still going to raise a dragon? There are rumors circulating about certain draftees having been injured by a poisonus dragon!) were to charge at you, and here you are in a vulnerable state because you were drunk. Do me a favor, dear Brother, and attempt to have common sense so you can return safely to me and our family and friends. We all are so very concerned for your wellbeing that it would be such a loss to us if you were to die; hell, even our Mother prays for your safe return!

Nonetheless, your letter was a source of pleasure and relief for me. Pleasure because I needed a laugh and a little humor; relief because your letter informed me that you were, in fact, still alive and being the idiot brother I so love. Thank you, Eze, for the birthday wishes, and I hold you to your promise of toffees. I swear, there is a limited amount of toffes in this town...

Your irresponsible, silly sister,

Kitty

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