Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2012 18:13:35 GMT -5
Dear Mr. Lupin,
I’m not sure how to start this letter, in fact, I’m not even sure why I write it at all. I have never been good with words, and expressing what I want to say sometimes is really hard for me – maybe you remember that. I’m not surethough , if you remember me at all. My name is Oliver Wood, and I was in my last year at Hogwarts when you were teacher there, Quidditch Captain of Gryffindor, maybe that rings a bell, we won the Cup that year. But that’s not the point of course. The point is… back when you were a teacher with us, you always seemed to take your time for the students and you always gave great advice. And such an advice I might be needing right now. You don’t have to reply to this letter at all, if you feel offended by it, I really do not wish to intrude. I’m even considering sending it right now, I feel rather stupid. There has been much going on in my life recently, and I feared I might have lost my firmly set way, a way I always thought that was mine: Quidditch, and nothing else. But it turned out to be less than it promised to be, and now I have been applying to assist Madame Hooch as Flying Teacher. But that is also not quite my point. I just know I want to change who I was, that boy that had nothing else in his head but Quidditch, not interested in the world around him. Dark times are coming towards us and… it just doesn’t feel right to sit by and do nothing. However, I have no idea how I could change that.
Once again, you must by no means feel obliged to answer this letter, I guess I just needed someone to get this out to, and you were the first that came to mind.
Yours sincerely,
Oliver Marcas Wood
I’m not sure how to start this letter, in fact, I’m not even sure why I write it at all. I have never been good with words, and expressing what I want to say sometimes is really hard for me – maybe you remember that. I’m not surethough , if you remember me at all. My name is Oliver Wood, and I was in my last year at Hogwarts when you were teacher there, Quidditch Captain of Gryffindor, maybe that rings a bell, we won the Cup that year. But that’s not the point of course. The point is… back when you were a teacher with us, you always seemed to take your time for the students and you always gave great advice. And such an advice I might be needing right now. You don’t have to reply to this letter at all, if you feel offended by it, I really do not wish to intrude. I’m even considering sending it right now, I feel rather stupid. There has been much going on in my life recently, and I feared I might have lost my firmly set way, a way I always thought that was mine: Quidditch, and nothing else. But it turned out to be less than it promised to be, and now I have been applying to assist Madame Hooch as Flying Teacher. But that is also not quite my point. I just know I want to change who I was, that boy that had nothing else in his head but Quidditch, not interested in the world around him. Dark times are coming towards us and… it just doesn’t feel right to sit by and do nothing. However, I have no idea how I could change that.
Once again, you must by no means feel obliged to answer this letter, I guess I just needed someone to get this out to, and you were the first that came to mind.
Yours sincerely,
Oliver Marcas Wood