[HP]Helen Pan

The idea of ​​writing a love letter has been lingering in my mind.Even when I was doing self-study in the common room, I looked at the homework parchment of herbal medicine in front of me and couldn't help but want to write something completely unrelated to the herbal medicine class.

Raising his head inadvertently, George was sitting on the chair opposite the long table.He was doing his homework with his head down, and the broken hair on his forehead drooped naturally, making it difficult for me to see his eyes clearly.Fred was by his side, running over to his parchment from time to time to add two strokes, the two of them looked like Siamese twins.

If a girl rashly writes a love letter to a boy, will it appear unreserved?

Would being too enthusiastic make him feel intimidated?

Or what should happen after he rejects me face to face?

……

Countless weird thoughts were entangled and intertwined in my mind, buzzing like flies, and my head hurt just thinking about it.

"Helen?" Harry beside him nudged me with his elbow.

"What?" I came back to my senses, stretched out my hands and rubbed my hair indiscriminately, and grinned at him awkwardly.

"Can I borrow my homework?" Harry pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked a little embarrassed, but Ron beside him urged him to continue, "You know, we have to go to labor camp. But the herbal medicine class Your homework is due tomorrow."

"You know, as long as you are willing to lend it to us, Hermione will definitely grab me and finish all the homework." Ron moved his head over guiltily, added softly, and finally glanced at Hermione with lingering fear glance.

"You... know how to borrow it?" Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and then stared at me with a look of great expectation at the same time.

"What are you doing?" Hermione, who was sitting across from her, lifted her head from her pile of books and looked at us with puzzled eyes.Harry and Ron immediately lowered their heads and stared at their parchment again, and the two quill brushes slid back and forth on the paper, but only drew some messy marks.

"No!" My eyes lingered on Harry and Ron for a moment, then I nodded and smiled at Hermione, "They're just saying that today's dinner is not very tasty, and it's making his throat dry now." The flat parchment was rolled into a scroll, and after Hermione bowed her head, she passed it into Harry's hand.

"That's right! Harry!" Just when Harry finished his homework and planned to rush to our great Professor Gildero for a labor camp before six o'clock, I suddenly followed him and ran out at the corner of the stairs for no reason. stop him.

"what happened?"

Harry turned his head sideways, looking at me with a puzzled look.His hair was clearly well-manicured, they sat softly on his head, and there was a faint smell of lemongrass wafting from his hair.Under the not-so-bright lighting in the corridor, the boy's skin showed an ivory white color.

"Harry..." I murmured, and suddenly felt that what I was about to say was difficult to say, and seemed to be - shy.I lowered my head and rubbed my fingers vigorously, rubbing the soles of my shoes back and forth on the ground uneasily, but I just felt that those words couldn't come out of my throat.

"Helen, are you feeling well?" Harry looked worried.He took a step closer to me, staring at me puzzledly with his head sideways.

"It's like this." I felt like I was going all out, I reached out and scratched my head, then looked directly at Harry and asked in a low voice, "Harry, I want to ask you, if it's just if you received a love letter from a girl Do you feel surprised? Do you think that girl is not... reserved enough?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Harry pushed his glasses and looked away slightly.

"That is to say! If! If, if I write you a love letter, will you reject me? Or do you think I'm not reserved enough?" I simply put the words aside, after all, there should be no need to feel ashamed in front of my friends.I stared at him anxiously and fixedly, but he didn't give me any response, and even seemed to be sluggish, as if he had been petrified.

"Harry?" I pushed him.He paused, and then moved his hands and feet as if he had just woken up from a dream, "You haven't given me the answer yet." I urged.

"When, of course not!" He seemed very excited, and his speech was not smooth, as if he would bite his own tongue, "I think that will be my greatest honor!"

"Really?" I asked uncertainly.

"Really!" Harry nodded vigorously.

"That's really great!" I couldn't help laughing and jumped up, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said happily, "Man, it's almost six o'clock, why don't you go to Jed Professor Luo? It's not a good habit to be late!" As I said that, I hugged the book in my arms tightly, turned around and ran all the way back to the dormitory, I have to hurry up and write a love letter!

Recklessly knocking open the bedroom door, Anthony jumped off my bed as if frightened, then turned his head and bared his teeth at me dissatisfied.Ginny, who was shrinking by the desk, quickly closed the notebook in front of her.

"What are you doing?" I asked casually, but my real thoughts were on the suitcase that had been pulled out from under the bed, and I was thinking maybe I should find some beautiful Muggle paper for some love letters.

"Write, write a diary." Ginny replied vaguely, and at the same time she rudely opened the drawer and threw the diary in.

"I didn't bother you, did I?" I climbed onto the bed and buried myself in the soft pillows.Holding the ink-stained quill in his hand, he began to organize his words.

"No, no...I, I'll go out for a while." Ginny was evasive, she opened the door and ran out as if to escape.

I stared at the slamming door, shrugged my shoulders inexplicably, and then buried myself in my love letter business.

——You are like the summer wind dispelling the thick fog in my heart?

not good!I wiped the words away with a decisive wave of my wand.

——Losing you, I am like a seed that has lost the soil, and a fish in the river that has left, is about to wither and die?

Too strange!wipe off.

——Morning dew moistens my dry lips, so that I can print my lips on your cheeks?

No shit!wipe off.

——I, who was born in the dark, pursue you just as I pursue the light?

……

"What is it? How should a love letter be written..." I fell on the bed dejectedly, threw the grass-green letter paper with weeping willow patterns on the bed, and grabbed Anthony and held it in my arms. , rubbing his fur vigorously.

Just as Anthony was howling and trying to jump out of my arms, Hermione pushed the door in. She looked at me and asked, "You were just asking how to write something? Maybe I can help you."

"No! You heard it wrong!" Almost subconsciously denying it, I quickly gathered the papers at the foot of the bed into a pile and held them in my arms.

"Where's Ginny?" She looked around.

"She went out just now." I apologized with a guilty smile.

"Oh..." Hermione sat down on the small sofa a little tiredly. She rubbed her temples and asked weakly, "Harry said he heard some strange noises in the corridor, did you hear that?"

"Strange sound?" I thought for a while, then shook my head, and then added, "I was walking in a hurry, maybe I didn't hear clearly."

"Forget it! Don't mention that." Hermione let out a long breath, and she threw herself on her bed, and then said, "I'm so tired of self-studying Defense Against the Dark Arts. I still have several books to finish." With that said, Hermione took out "Traveling with Vampires" from her pile of books, and read it carefully from the prologue.

"Hermione!" I threw myself on her bed and closed the book in her hand, "This book is nothing to read, really." You have already experienced the same classroom with vampires.

"Please don't disturb my reading, please?" Hermione gave me a blank look, and snatched the book back from my hand.

"Honestly, don't you think Professor Lockhart is wasting our time? Look at what he did during class?" I sat cross-legged on her bed resolutely, "Now—be careful , you will face the most terrifying thing." I imitated Professor Lockhart's appearance with a high voice, "The most terrifying thing is—the Cornish elf!" Thinking of Lockhart's pretending expression And when I was at a loss when facing the little elf who could only make trouble, I couldn't help laughing with my stomach in my arms.

"That's enough!" Hermione stretched out her legs and kicked me off her bed with a blank expression. "Okay, I think the professor just wants us to go from simple to deep, step by step." She nodded, as if firming up my mind.

Rubbing my nose in boredom, I turned back to my bed resentfully, looked at the letter paper that I had repeatedly altered but was still blank, and wrote down a few simple words.

--I like you.If you are like me too, I hope we can get off to a good start.

Yours faithfully: Helen Penn

After finishing writing in a hurry, I realized a sad thing. I was so excited that I forgot to write the name of the recipient...

I searched the box again, but I couldn't find such a beautiful letter paper.I looked at the paper in my hand with some dismay. This time I didn't use the erasable magic ink that could be removed by magic, but a colored ballpoint pen made by Muggles.

Forget it, I folded the letter paper and put it in the book in a hurry.

Write the addressee on the envelope tomorrow, it's not too bad anyway.

After inquiring that George and Fred were detained by Professor Snape for blowing up the two cauldrons in Slytherin, I rejected Hermione's invitation to go to the library for self-study together and ran back to the dormitory alone. He took out the love letter from inside and put it in a light green envelope.

I looked at the rectangular envelope in my hand, took a deep breath, cheered myself up silently, and ran towards the basement like flying.