Dear Vivienne

[Zaira Zabini]

How is your summer going? Mine's been dreadfully dull. We decided not to go abroad this year so I've been bored silly. I hope you're doing something exciting, like, I dunno, robbing banks or something similar. Terrible example, I know you're more the type to get wankered and terrorize small children. Whatever debauchery you're involved in, I hope it's fun. 

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

It's been absolutely fantastic! (Sarcasm.) I've got the newest broom so that's probably been the most brilliant point so far. I'm actually going to my grandparents tomorrow so you've actually just caught me. If you'd like to come with me and experience the beauty, smell, and craziness of India, you're totally welcome to come.

And I'd never rob banks or terrorize children. Who, me? Never.


Love,
V x

[Zaira Zabini]

Dear Vivienne,

I was going to ask you what sort of broom you got, but "newest broom" is really all I'd hear if you told me. But India, really? Dunno if Mum would let me on such short notice, but thanks anyway. Hope you have a good time though. (What does India smell like? Good, I hope, because you listed it after beauty so I assumed it was one of the high points of the country.)

I'm positive you wrote that just in case this letter happened to be intercepted and your exploits were reported to the authorities.

I'm on to you,

Zaira

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

I'll gladly tell you its the newest Skyline Arrowhead, but I figured you didn't need the make and model. And yes India, the place to be. I'll be back maybe in a month or so, I think my father's having his first game so I don't want to miss it, really. We'll catch up then? (And the smell of India is very... well, not unique, I don't think, but distinct. And the sounds of India. You have to see it (or smell / hear it) to believe it!)

I'd never. I'm completely innocent in any and all departments.


Neverrr,

V x

[Zaira Zabini]

Dear Vivienne,

Yeah, that means nothing to me. I hope it's nice, though? As nice as a flying cleaning product can be, anyway. Cool, let's definitely meet then. And your dad just got onto that Quidditch team, didn't he? (They don't happen to bottle it up and sell it, do they? If they don't I think you just stumbled upon a highly lucrative business.)

All departments? Really? I doubt that. You may not have robbed banks or made children cry but I bet there is some dirt on you somewhere.

Never is Not a Proper Way to End a Letter,

Zaira

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

I figured as much, so I've included a photograph of it. You're welcome to put it up on your wall And I must admit, I never understood why our magical transportation device had to be a broomstick. The Arabs have magical carpets and they look far more comfortable. And no, I think you're thinking about Father's being offered to coach for the Kenmare Kestrels. He's been on Puddlemere since before I was born, I'm pretty sure. (No, thank Merlin. And I really don't think it'll profit much.)

There's dirt on me where you can't see it. I'm Slytherin, it's inherent that I'm sparkly clean on the outside. Besides, Mum would go crazy if I ever had dirt anywhere on me that she could see.


I say it is,

V x

[Zaira Zabini]

Dear Vivienne,

Horray, just what I always wanted. I'll cherish it always. Yes, it's too bad we've banned magic carpets here, really. Oh, right. So he's coaching now? That means he doesn't play, right? I have no idea how this stuff works, you know that. (Well I suppose you're not going to make oodles of galleons then.)

You've got dirt on the inside then? That's a bit gross, V.

Well you're wrong,

Zaira

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

Merry early Christmas, don't expect a present now! Yeah, I know right. Why we have to stick with knobbly old brooms. Although, that'd be interesting, playing Quidditch using carpets. Why do magical transportation devices have to be household things, though?

Father's got the offer, he's still thinking about it. But considering the teams are starting their first practice games, I guess he's already declined, or maybe they'll wait 'til next season. And yeah, it means he won't play; you've got something Quidditch-related right

(No, unfortunately. Although if I could bottle the smell, I might be able to sell it to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes or something. Hey, that's an idea!)

Hey now, Z. Everyone's got dirt all hidden up under the carpet. Fact of life, especially if one's a Snake. And you, Miss Z? Don't you have dirt all up hidden too?


No, really, I'm right,

V x

[Zaira Zabini]

Dear Vivienne,


Quidditch on carpets sounds very amusing and maybe even more dangerous than regular Quidditch. I, for one, am all for it. I have no idea, but I suspect it's because wizards aren't very creative and have resorted to stealing muggle items rather than making their own.

Me, get a Quidditch thing right? Oh the shame of it all. Quick, ask me something about Quidditch that I won't know. I need to restore my reputation.

(So it is a bad smell? Or rather, just something you don't want to rub all over your body.)

I prefer to keep my dirt under my shoes rather than inside my actual body, thank you very much. But, yes, I suppose I have dirt. I doubt it's very interesting, though, probably just embarrassing.

I have forgotten what we're arguing about here,

Zaira

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

I know, right? I think I'll suggest it to Father and maybe he can suggest it to the Ministry or something. It sounds exciting! And yes, olden day wizards were rather droll - although, the image of them perched on overturned pails zooming in the countryside chasing a golden flying bird would be hilarious.

Okay okay, who came out top in last season's league table?

(It's rather horrible and definitely something you won't want to rub all over your body, which would make it an interesting prank idea.)

Oh, under your shoes, now that's a smart idea. But it can still be found out, y'know, while if you hide it in your body, no one will ever find it. Unless they cut you open. Which is rather a morbid thought, bleh. Oh really, embarrassing, eh? Do spill, oh great and mysterious Z!

So've I, and I'd try and find your previous letters but things are a bit harried at the moment, what with the Portkey leaving in an hour and all.

In case I just miss your owl, I'll send you a letter from India!


Love,

V x

[Zaira Zabini]

Dear Vivienne,

Good. I'll expect the ban on carpets to be lifted by next week. I'm trying to picture how one would sit on an overturned pail. I mean there's the obvious way (on top) and then the not obvious way (on the side). Either way, I imagined elderly wizards in your scenario and the visual is amazing.

I haven't the slightest idea.

(If you rub fowl smelling anything all over my body I will have to call in every Auror on duty to hex you into next week. Fair warning.)

How did we even get to the point where we're talking about people getting cut open? And no, I'm not spilling anything, thank you very much. Let's just keep our respective dirt where it belongs.

Right, yeah, India. Hope you have fun!

Love,

Zaira

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

Ugh, I forgot to tell my dad. I'll send him an owl right now. As for that overturned pail idea, I was thinking more sitting on top, holding on to the pail's handle or something. Thinking about it, it'd be a lot easier to do some serious Quidditch moves... as long as there was a Sticking Charm on the seat, of course. Although the sight of two wizards doing a Wronski Feint (you know this one, right?), hurtling to the ground at a good speed holding on tightly to overturned pails is definitely interesting. I should suggest this to the Department of Magic Transportation, really.

Aha! Your non-Quidditch-ness has been restored. For your information, it was those foul-mouthed Falmouth Falcons. Darn it. But they won't be winning any time soon.

(I'm starting to feel like you doubt my shining goodness.)

I don't even know, but I'm not sure I'm keen on continuing that topic. And dirt always spills everywhere, anyway, but I guess I'll keep mine and you'll keep yours and we both need a shower, I think haha.

Yeah, I'm here. Merlin have mercy, but it's hot. I've sent you a postcard. Oh, and we don't get owls here a lot, so pardon the bird. I had to improvise.


Love,
V x

[Zaira Zabini]

((OOC: I googled Indian birds out of curiosity and I found this guy. Just imagine that carrying letters, hahahaa))


Dear Vivienne,

Good. You lost me somewhere in that paragraph, but pretend I know exactly what you're talking about and I'm nodding knowingly. Yes, V, great idea I'm so proud of you.

For a moment there I was under the impression there was a Quidditch team called Foul-Mouthed Falcons. I would watch them play, no doubt about that. I suppose it wouldn't be a family friendly event, now would it?

(What ever gave you that idea?)

Even though that entire conversation was strictly metaphorical I think I'm going to need a shower anyway.

The postcard is lovely, thanks! It does look rather hot in the photograph, especially with the little squiggly heat lines. But yes... The bird. He's quite intimidating, really. Mum almost had a heart attack when he flew through the window. But I like him. He's called Peaches now and I am sad to see him go (Mum's not, obviously).

Love,

Zaira

[Vivienne Vaisey]

Dear Zaira,

Sorry it took me a while to reply! It's been a complete circus here, my grandmother's friends are around every other day and they sit in the living room gossiping and she insists I sit there and pretend to understand the language.

I'm disappointed, Z. I just explained to you my brilliant idea and you're just nodding. Whyyy do I even bother. Ugh, my grandmother is asking me to include sweets for you, so I've included them in a package with this letter.

Haha well they're mostly foul-mouthed - we could catch a game, if you like? And it really would, I can just imagine all the kids' faces.

(It's becoming more and more obvious... That I don't know what we're talking about in this part.)

Did you end up taking that shower? I went to the pool. Then my grandmother pulled me out and told me to put more clothes on.

The bird is brilliant, isn't he? I'm glad I managed to instill some fear in your house. I think I'll keep using 'Peaches' to deliver letters, he doesn't seem to mind so much. And I must continue my feared presence at your house, of course.


Love,
V x

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(( hahaha that's awesome! ))

[Zaira Zabini]

Dear Vivienne,

It's fine, I only assumed you'd been ravaged by wild tigers or something. Hm, that sounds dull. And, for all you know, they could be gossiping about you.

I could just be very rude about it, but I'm nodding! Be happy about it! And thank you very much for the sweets. I am enjoying them as I write this so apologies if I get the letter all sticky.

Hm, I will take you up on that as long as you tell me exactly what is going on and exactly which fit Quidditch players are single. I'm counting on you.

(I don't think anyone does at this point. I suppose I could look back at the letters, but that would require me to cross the room and get them.)

I did indeed shower at some point since your last letter. What were you wearing to the pool I wonder? As it stands, I'm imagining you decided to dive in totally nude, which I hope was not the case.

I am ridiculously happy to be reunited with Peaches. Mum's not, obviously. She demanded to know who had such an awful bird so I had to blame you. Sorry. She'll probably forget that detail if you ever come round. Maybe. Hopefully.

Love,

Zaira (and Peaches)