Embrace the Spooky Spirit [open]

Sam had been sat on the white stone for at least fifteen minutes, he was sending an annual letter home. He always sent one mid-week, a week before Halloween. It had always been a coincidence since he has lived in England but he decided there was no reason to break the trend, or have to think about the letter before he really had to. Now, Sam was stumped. How to phrase a letter home, to show he was happy. He was happy working with the students, he was happy with his job, he was mostly happy with the school and he was happy with his co-workers. Namely, his best friend, Jennifer.

Quill poised over the parchment, he was stone still, biting his lip trying to think of what to write. It slowly touched the paper, forming an ink blot as it spread. Rolling his eyes, Sam quickly wrote the words, 'Dear Mum and Dad,' and then promptly pulled the quill from the parchment before any further mistakes could be made. It sounded childish, but Sam did not want one from them wondering if he had died or been kidnapped because he just hadn't thought of the words to put. Sighing, he wracked his brains and decided to write about how the year was going so far up to his plans for Halloween. The students were as great as ever, enthusiastic and Halloween was going to plan perfectly. He was going to owl Jennifer about planning something together, no doubt the students would want a party but Sam didn't know how that would go. He missed out on a few dinners and whether he had to chauffeur that or not, he wasn't going to.

Sam wrote about a paragraph about Jennifer, his mother knew her and he thought it would only be right to talk about her. How she was doing and if he was getting on alright with the other professors considering he only taught quidditch - his mothers words not his own. The last letter he had received from them was the day he returned to Braedan Institute, wishing him a good year and that he had forgotten his favourite socks - they had been packed and handed to the owl but unfortunately were lost in transit.

Sam leaned back and read through his letter, it was still too short and he didn't want an angry letter back protesting about his safety. He was after all a grown man and could handle himself, but no one would want to be on the wand end of his mother. That was a terrifying place to be. Tapping the quill on the fountain, he caught sight of the plaque and rolled his eyes. Of course, Mr Malfoy, he was worshipped around here.

He couldn't blame the headmistress he was wonderful but the people here really turned a blind eye to the truth. Sam didn't know if Jennifer thought about Mr Malfoy the same way, she had as good a head as any and all of these students believed the lie they were fed. Shaking his head, Sam tried to think of how much he had spoken to his mother, he was having second thoughts!

Watching some eager students rush off to a transfiguration lesson. Sam noticed the pumpkins spread around the corners, halloween was coming soon.