Alana sat in front of the fire place in the common room. It wasn’t exactly late at night but it not many people who were in the common room were awake or they where thinking about going to sleep. She curled up at the end of the couch a quill in hand and a piece of parchment on a book in her lap. She looked up every few minutes to see what was going on around her. She like that it was peaceful now but as more people would come into the common room she would began to grow uncomfortable.
Alana was writing a letter to her father. The last letter she had gotten from him asked how she was doing at school. He knew she had a way of putting things off until the last minute.
Dear Daddy,
I’m doing okay in the classes though once out of class i tend to forget to do my homework. But you know how I am with stuff like that. I get stuck when I try to work on it then tell my self it can wait till later then I go out to the quidditch pitch and just fly around wondering what it would be like to play in a quidditch game.
No I haven’t made many friends but that is okay. I have Lachy to talk to. Sometimes. I also have Smokey. He’s a good listener. So please don’t worry about me. You know how I can get when there are too many people around. With to many people in a room it makes me feel Closter phobic. I love you and Mum.
love,
Alana
She sighed. She hated lying to her father but she knew what she had Witten would up set him even more than he was the day she got on the Tiran. His baby girl was growing up and she didn’t have any friends. He felt sorry for her. He wished he could be there to make it all right.
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