LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY containedchaos)

Who: Iulie and Adrian Miklos
When: Wednesday evening
Where: BCA
What: The siblings receive a letter from home
Bingo: Your mom

The midnight colored owl fluttered in through the open window silently and gracefully landed on the end of the sofa. He sat there for a good few minutes before either of the siblings even realized he was there. "Futu-i!" Adrian shouted when he noticed the owl sitting on the sofa.


Iulie looked over and her eyes widened, but still she chastised her brother. "You could be a little less crude dear brother, cursing? Really?" she shook her head and walked to the black owl. She knew the owl quite well. It was none other than Henrik, the Miklos family owl. He pecked at her hand lightly, a small show case of affection as she untied the note there. She read the note aloud in Romanian.

"Iuliana and Adrian, we are very displeased with you. Of course we won't come looking for you, there would be no point. You've already shamed your family enough as it is and bringing you back here would just let everyone see how perfectly useless the two of you have become. I am quite certain you won't come back at this point, but I just wanted to make sure we were all in agreement that you are not welcome here. If I even sense your presence anywhere near the mansion, you can be sure that I won't let it stand. This is your punishment for not only abandoning your highly prized positions at Durmstrang but also for bringing shame to your family. –Your mother."

"Surprise, surprise," Adrian rolled his eyes. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"I'm sending her a letter of my own, but I'm going to do it in a proper fashion. Let her wait it out, eagerly for a reply," she grinned and stooped down to write a quick reply on a ripped piece of paper. This time her reply was in French. How thoughtful of you to write us. Lovely hearing from you. You were never there for us as children, what more could we expect as adults? Have a nice life. –I.C.M and A.R.M

She shoved the piece of paper into an envelope and addressed it to Sophie Miklos in Romania, stamped it, and made her way to the post office. It would probably take two to three weeks before Sophia received the reply, and Iulie knew she would be waiting for it, waiting eagerly to read any hint of pain or hurt, which was why Iulie wrote such a casual, unemotional letter. It was her way of rolling her eyes at her mother from across the globe and getting the same result she would have if she were standing in front of her.