[color=green][h1]Genevieve Braveheart[/h1][/color]She crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door. 

She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. [color=green][i]Chill. [/i][/color] she told herself. [color=green][i]You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast.[/i][/color]

Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack.

Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read. 

[color=lightblue][i]My dearest child,

I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always?[/i][/color]

Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading.

[color=lightblue][i]Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it. 

Please respond as soon as you are able. 

Much love,

Daddy[/i][/color]

The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother. 

"[color=green]He's getting married[/color]," Genevieve murmured out loud. "[color=green]He's getting married.[/color]" Now she really wished Patrick was here.