Author's Note: Just a quick FYI, though it may seem to those of you who only follow me on this website that I haven't been writing, I've actually spent the past few months co-writing two different projects, one of which is a fic I'm writing with Bee Daily. You can find that fic on the account Ghost-of-Bee. I'm still actively working on my projects, AKA Shelf Awareness and all of the WIPs I've started since last year (everything from Filthy Animals onwards) so if you're at all worried that I've abandoned one of them, I haven't!

Anyway, please enjoy the most YA thing I've ever written, and apologies that this hellsite won't allow for strikethrough in chapters. It should only be an issue in this one!

Her Write There

Prologue

Dear Mila,

This is the hardest letter I've ever had to write because I have to tell you how I feel and also I have never written a letter before. My mum gave me a calligraphy pen because I told her I was doing an art project so here goes. I wrote a poem about you that will express my feelings.

My poem is called Mila.

Mila

You are always on my mind
I have never met anybody of your kind
Never shall I kiss someone else's lips
Not having you around feels like a solar eclipse
Meeting you was like winning the grand prize
Immediately my heart rate was on the rise
I like you more than I like bacon
My feelings for you will never be breaking
I'm not sure you will like my poem
But my love for you is set in stone

James Potter

P.S. I like bacon a lot so you should take this really seriously

Dear Winnie,

This is the hardest letter I've ever had to write, but I need to tell you how I feel.

I was going to write it in an email but I felt weird sending you my feelings in 10pt Helvetica.

I know we've been friends for ages now and that's one of the reasons why I'm so scared to write this letter, but I think things have gone too far now and I have to tell you because I can't keep it a secret for much longer. You know mum always says I'm crap at secrets. Plus, I'm scared that I'll blurt it out and if I blurt it out I won't do it right.

Here's the thing… I really like you.

I mean I romantic styles like you. And would really like to be your boyfriend. You are gorgeous and fun and we have like everything in common so if you read this letter and you feel the same, I hope you'll go out with me.

But if you don't want to that's fine and you can tell me to bugger off.

James

Evans,

You looked at me today when you were walking past the art room.

Sorry, that sounds creepy and I'm sort of writing without thinking right now so let me explain. It was only for a split second. You didn't even say anything and you probably don't remember, but that's all I've thought about all day since, which means I think I'm officially nuts.

The thing is, I know we don't know each other very well and we never really talk, but I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you.

You're so beautiful. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I love the colour of your hair and I think about your eyes all the time. I know I'm supposed to be thinking mostly about your boobs and your legs and your bum and I don't want to lie to you so I'll admit that I do think about them a lot, but mostly I think about your eyes. They're so GREEN. I've been sitting here for five minutes not writing anything, trying to think of a way to describe your eyes without using the word emerald because I bet every bloke who likes you says that, but that's honestly the best word to describe how rare and gorgeous and green they are. Every time we make eye contact I feel like you can see right inside my head and I'm kind of terrified of you but in a good way. You look like Christmas and I love Christmas and I've had crushes on other girls before but I've never felt like this about anyone in my life. ANYONE. It's like you're there every minute of the day even when you're not around. You're so clever and brilliant and it won't surprise me if you get into the best uni in the country. Every time you give a smart answer in class or say something funny or argue with Mr. Fudge for being a sexist old dinosaur I sit there and can't believe you really exist.

This letter was so crap and none of this makes any sense. I think I'm losing my mind.

Ha. Ha ha ha. I am NEVER sending this.

James Potter

Dear Heather,

I know we've only known each other for a few months now, but I've been going a little crazy and I think I need to put how I'm feeling down on paper.

Here it goes. I fancy you. I really, really fancy you, and I haven't told anyone (except my cat, but I guess he doesn't really count because he can't respond in any way that isn't a derisive stare that makes me question my entire existence, also my diet because I think I'm eating too much sodium and I think my cat can tell, but I digress). I haven't even told Sirius how I feel about you, and I tell him everything. I have to, or he sulks for ages. I'm not even going to go into the Great Nando's Incident of 2017, suffice to say it was brutal. He threw a shoe at me.

I shouldn't be talking about Sirius, should I? That's not exactly romantic of me. Thing is, Heather, from the first day we met in Sport and PE (you know, when Heaney fainted in the middle of laps and you gave him your beanie to stem his blood flow like some sort of pro first responder), I've felt as if I've known you forever and I'm sure I've never met anyone as cool or as fun as you. You just so confident (and obviously gorgeous) and you make everyone feel at ease around you. I think it's amazing that you want to be a singer because you're so talented and I'm really happy for you that Vector cast you in Oklahoma! (I remembered the exclamation mark, I know how much it annoyed you when I forgot)

Look, I know you're dating McNamee and in the spirit of total honesty I think he's a prat who doesn't deserve someone as amazing and as talented as you, but if he makes you happy it's cool, honestly) but I just wanted to get this down on paper. Don't worry, you'll probably never read this, unless you one day break up with McNamee and I suddenly grow a pair. I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to telling people how I feel about them.

Anyway, break a leg, as they say in showbiz (only please don't really break your leg)

James Potter

Dear McGonagall,

OH THE MOORS! The wild Scottish moors of thine ancestors! See how they linger in the mist! I would look really handsome in the mist, brooding my broody brood. You are the best Min. Look at us with our nicknames. I wish you were my mum. Or not my mum because my mum's cool. If we got married we could live there (in Scotland) and raise sheep on the cliffs and I'd be your toyboy husband. I know you're my English teacher but we can make it work. See I'm dead good at writing when I'm drunk and I have a dictionary so I know I got all the words right. Shawshank Shankspeare Shakespeare was good at that too.

Yours respectfully,

James Lancelot Potter