I'm feelin': loved
I realised with the last hunt my equipment is so badly ordered. Normally I keep it really organised but since being injury, taking so long off work, I got slack. I’ve been going through it for most of the day but I’m getting more distracted testing all my tools, sharpening blades and cleaning things that I sharpen and clean regularly on the job and after so they don’t need it until their next useage.
I sigh and turn my attention to a small box, about the size as would hold a ring, but made of intricately patterened pannels of wood. A simple spell enlarges it to it’s full size and allows me to complete the sequence that will open it. It’s not a tool, or anything really useful as far as cursebreaking goes but it helps me keep my mind when I’m far from home and worse, from Oliver.
Inside is a thick wad of parchment and a muggle biro pen. Each seperate piece of parchment is dated, and titled with the location where it was written.
Camp: Argos- Greece
I think you’d love Greece. It’s pretty hot here, though I’m not touristing of course...might be nice to come back when I can...or we can.
The hunt’s been pretty intense. We came across a Boggart last night and trying to sleep afterwards, every time I closed my eyes I saw it again. It could have been worse...Nicolas was here at least. I know you hate him but we would have been toast if not for him so you’ve got to like him for that at least? A little bit?
The others are sleeping now...I should too but I can’t. I’m just lying here thinking of you. I don’t even know why I’m writing this...I’ve got no owl here and by the time I’m near a post I’ll be practically home. Miss you, Ollie.
I put it back into the box, shuffling through a few others until I find a more recent one. Unlike the others it has no date or location. Just one line long.
I miss you. I need you. I want to come home.
I remember that hunt, a mess of polyjuice and politics that left all three of us heart-sick and aching. I actually slept a little that night on the balcony of our hotel room sitting in Nicolas’ lap. I never told Oliver, but there was nothing to tell really...the moment was about as romantic as a sick child falling asleep in the lap of a parent, or older sibling perhaps...Oliver would understand that. It was security not intimacy, and after that hunt I didn’t want to be alone.
It’s a good job I write the hunt at the top of each letter...I’d never remember. It’s hard to even know where I am half the time. Usually it’s in some jungle or desert...if Niclos didn’t tell me where we were headed I’d never be able to tell.
I think I’d recognise this one though. France...Paris...right in the city. That’s not really the worst part of it though. Much worse is not knowing how long I’ll be here...how long it’ll be before I’m back home with you. Just knowing you’re there waiting for me is the most amazing feeling. I guess we knew it wouldn’t be easy what with your Quidditch, my Rune Hunts...at least you’ve got owls though right? Instead I’ve got a box of letters I’ve never shown you. Maybe if the worst should happen on one of these trips, Nicolas can bring it home and unlock it for you so you can see every second I’m away, you’re all I think about, and how much I love you.
On that morbid note I ought to sign off.
Love you always,
“We could go to France for a vacation,” I hear Oliver speak up behind me.