Dominik Skye Wiedman
London

Liviana Wiedman
Slytherin, Hogwarts

Dear Liviana,

Hoping to see you for your Hogsmeade weekend - how about it?  It has been way too long since we've seen each other.  How tall are you now, six foot ten?  Where and when would you like to meet me? 

Dazmond has said that she won't be able to make it, but we can throw stones at her later.  Plenty to talk about, I'd guess.  We both have something in the way of careers to busy our minds with, don't we?  Not that I actually know what I'm doing, but, things have been looking up.  Trying like hell not to jinx it of course.  I'd love to hear your take on things; you're usually very clever when it comes to sorting out problems.  Speaking of which, are you sure you're not my father's daughter?

Gotta make it short for now; I've some business to attend to.  Miss you, though, and I'm very much looking forward to embarrassing the hell out you as soon as possible.  Write me back, let me know.

Love you,
Dominik

Liviana Wiedman
Slytherin, Hogwarts

Dominik Skye Wiedman
London

To My Dear Beastly-Brother-Whom-Does-Not-Write-Me-Often-Enough,

I love your face; but you're dreadful. Yes, Hogsmeade weekend; since you ducked out on Easter! I was alone with Mum and Papa! I thought they were going to march me down the aisle to some pureblood hunchback with an in at the ministry, since you weren't there to distract them. Though, I have to admit I am a bit spoiled by the feeling of being an only child sometimes - just not when they're focused so completely on my life. There were lectures about the O.W.L.'s and getting in good with upstanding families. I'm friends with Kitty Li what more do they want from me?

You're the only one who understands. I suppose you have it worse because while you don't have to marry up you are expected to make an heir. Mum does so badly want grandchildren. You should give them to her soon; that way we don't end up with hairy  Briggs spawn... Don't tell Daz I said that. I am feeling particularly sassy today. Does this advice you need have  something to do with your ever so secretive love life or your very so secreitive career plans; cause if it does I have both answers ready for you: keep being a beater (but start acting like you enjoy it again) & just shut up and marry Dolly already. That way you get to have the most sensational wife, I get to be right about you being Devlin, and you will make adorable babies so Mum will quit asking me what I think of Xavier Tawse.

As for you other inquiries, I am a respectable 5'6" tall, and far more your father's daughter than my own. Also there is a posh adorable little bakery that supposedly just opened in Hogs (since you won't take me to Signature); we could have a tea party just like old times - but I won't make you wear Mum's favorite summer hat. Also there may be a boy who is not completely horrible that would like to meet you. I can't decide if he was trying to chat me up at dinner or if he really is just desperate to know what your plans are - but because you never tell me anything I had nothing to bait him with! I had to use my eyelash flutters and I am not entirely sure I want to use my eyelash flutters on this boy; they might be wasted on him and I can't go 'round wasting those. It's potent stuffs.

I do love you, even if you are a beast who hardly writes, ditched me at Easter, and won't just marry Dolly and play Quidditch forever. Your face is still nice.

Dominik Wiedman
London, England

Liviana Wiedman
Slytherin, Hogwarts

Dear Liviana,

Ouch!  What pride allowed me to forget the fury of a Wiedman woman scorned?  I hope you'll let me make it up to you over this Hogsmeade Weekend.  Prepare yourself for massive amounts of sugar and a slip of wine.

What's this about marriage??  You're too young to be thinking about that; enjoy your youth, little one!  Don't make Brother Dominik panic.  I'm all the man you need in your life, trust me.  Slytherin boys are not to be trusted and the others aren't to be suffered.  A word of warning from me then, keep the boy away unless you want him to be appraised - I don't think I can fathom you growing up in the least.  What ever happened to those boy germs you used to always be on about, Livi?

Mum and Dad will always be on about those things, of course.  They only want the best for you and I know you're aware - nonetheless I do understand only too well how pressing it can feel.  Keep your head up and stick to your guns, kid; they love a bit of talking-back after all.  That and they aren't all that difficult to keep at bay when you're doing as well as you are.  Simply craft stories for them and let them in and they'll be fawning over you in no time.  Don't forget to thank Salazar you weren't born a boy and that Dad is much less insufferable toward your pretty face than he is towards mine.  I love him blindly, but I do know his expectations are deeper than what I've given him.  I've been working on bettering that.  Gotta say though, I'm really looking forward to spending time with you this Summer.  If you're insufferable father is thinking of whisking you away, do think twice; I don't doubt that you will.  I promise that if you stay with us I'll make it my priority to have your Summer be the greatest Summer yet.

And yeah, I might have been thinking about the having of children in recent times - if I'm lucky it might not be so far off, yeah?  All a part of this bloody reformation on my end.  We'll just have to see how that whole little project works out.  Don't kill me if you get your "Briggs' Spawn" first; I'm definitely going to be telling her you said that.  She's going to be totally hacked off. 

Yeah, only kidding. 

The new bakery in Hogsmeade sounds like a lovely rendez-vous spot.  Saturday or Sunday, and what time, love?

Your face is adorable as well, little sister,
I love you and can't wait to see it again,
Dominik

Liviana Wiedman
Slytherin, Hogwarts

Dominik Skye Wiedman
London

My Dear Big Brother,

Where do I start?! Exams are going to kill me, reviewing is going to kill me, being surrounded by bitchy girls consumed with the desire for social power is going to kill me. I may not make it to Hogsmeade weekend at this rate! But for you? For you, I will persevere - just because I know how absolutely desperately you must be missing me. Also, I like when you apologize like you think I could really ever be mad at you. It's cute. Wiedman women are pretty damn scary when we're hacked off though - and even if I deny it I'm half Whitman too. Merlin save us all if I ever really blow my temper! There wouldn't be much left but a giant crater; you think?

While you and Papa will always be my most loved and the utmost important men in my life; you do have some pretty lush teammates. I can't wait to start hanging 'round practices again! Though if you're wanting to me be Little Livi then I'm going to have to insist you wear Mum's sunhat on Sunday when we meet for sweets. Actually, never mind, my friends would see you and I'd never live it down - then Skeeter would get a hold of the story and they'd have you on the edge of cracking up and becoming a cross dresser...which while hilarious in theory would not bode well for either of us in reality.

And! If you want me to stay off boys then you best talk to Mum; because she's always suggesting "some nice Slytherin family boy". First of all there isn't any such thing, second of all... well there isn't really a second of all. I mean I really shouldn't complain. They're not trying to arrange a marriage for me; I can't believe people still do that. Poor Imogen Marsh being stuck with Callum for all her days. I cannot fathom being a third year and knowing already who you'll marry. Life would be so boring! If there is one thing I am dead set on it's never being boring. I'm just not cut out for ordinary life Bruv; I want big grande adventures.

You'll be most pleased to know (if you hadn't already guessed because I plan on watching at least ONE of your practices) I not-so-politely declined Father-Durin's invitation to Holiday in Paris. I might want adventure but I don't want it badly enough to see his face. Besides, even after almost fifteen years of living in the Cottage I haven't found half the most interesting hiding places and secret passageways. I'd miss the garden and the smell of Papa's office, and family dinners that always dissolve into hilarity because you lot drink wine like it's air.

Salazar's Knickers! I've gone and gotten all soppy on you. I'm supposed to save that all up for letters to Dazmond. I do miss you dreadfully though; I hate having to read about you in papers and seeing snarling looking photos of you brooding. I don't think anyone in the world would believe me if I told them how dashing you are when you smile.

Also, there is another boy - a proper Ravenclaw boy (blame Papa for my soft spot), he's really into broom design and his mods look amazing on paper. I think you should meet him; and of course the girls will want to coo over you - oh just come for both days please? I know it's utterly selfish of me but I want to have the chance to show you off and keep you all for myself. If it will persuade you at all I promise to never ever bring up again how you abandoned me over Easter and left me in a house with two parents who had absolutely no one else to foist their parenting needs on. Please please please please?