Gwen was tossing in her sleep. She hadn't had this much trouble sleeping in a long time. She finally got up, laying there wasn't going to help her. She might as well do something useful with her wakefulness. She wandered down to the common room with her backpack, stoked the fire and started working on an essay Dumbledore had assigned her on classroom etiquette from both the student and teacher perspective.
He was thorough if nothing else.
She tapped her quill against her lips, trying to think of a good opening line for her essay.
It just wasn't coming to her today. It wasn't unusual for her to write her essays last minute. She'd never had a talent for scholastic writing, although she fared pretty well with her own little fictional stories based on her daydreams. That wouldn't help her now, however as the candle she lit to work by sputtered indignantly.
One of the windows in the common room was ajar. She hadn't noticed it, but now felt the cool splash as the outside air leaked in. She went to close it and was almost bowled over as a large owl swooped in. The owl perched on a cushy chair and held out her leg.
"For me?" Gwen asked.
The owl simply waited. She stepped over to it curiously and pulled the letter off of her leg. She looked at the envelope before opening it. Only one word appeared on the cover. "Witchgrass." She intoned inquisitorially. "Well that's me." She said as she opened the envelope with a sigh.
There was no parchment contained within, just a bit of colorful dust. She frowned and was trying to think of who would send her dust when the contents began to swirl on their own inside the envelope. The dust rushed out of its confines, past her and into the air, shimmering with light.
She nearly screamed as the envelope burst into flames. She threw it into the fire grate and turned again to face the massive cloud of dust dancing before her. It was beginning to spell words, slowly but surely.
"Witchgrass,
You would be surprised how easy it is to learn a new language. English is possibly the most colorful. It has the most expletives. I wanted to apologize for the secretive nature of the mound. I must keep some things secret. Gemma expressed her concern over our interest in you. I see no distinction between sellie and unsellie, although many of my subjects do. I see all the fey as my children and you are no exception."
The dust waited for her to catch up and then rearranged itself to spell out the next section of the letter.
"I couldn't stand to see one of my children in pain, so I stole you away from the death eaters and cared for you, until you were well enough to return to school. I hope my behavior has not caused you any inconvenience. Should you ever need me all you have to do is say your name aloud. I will rush immediately to your side. For now, farewell and take care little one.
Your King"
The dust waited once again for her to finish and then slowly faded. It was sucked out of the window and she ran to watch it dancing on the wind back to the Forbidden Forest. She raised her eyebrows. "That was interesting."