Dear Draco Malfoy,

Using your first name, comes with challenges, ones that I'm willing to move past throughout this journey we'll share.

This is my first letter to you. No doubt there will be more to follow as we try find a solution, to the mess that I created. My brothers are aware of what has happened. Stay safe, though I have been promised, I can't promise that it will be granted without difficulty. I can assure you that I will be willing to defend you if worst comes to worst.

You deserve a heads up. But I'm not sure, you'll be awake, and receive this time and it might be received after the issue arrives.

Here's to hoping that the heirloom will release the curse from us.

Sincerely,

Adora Cedrella Weasley. 

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Dear Adora Weasley,

These letters don't come without difficulty. I was almost caught last night while writing this response for you.

So there's now going to be a rumour, Malfoy has a crush, and people will be dying to know who it is. A lot of people aren't aware of our shared ancestor: Cedrella Weasley. A very very distant cousin.

As gross as it is, to use this as a lie, I made up that it was Cedrella was the mysterious girl in question.

Your new name being: Miss. Sallow.

My plan was to use a potion for you to transform into Miss. Sallow. This will allow us to use the Slyhterin common room whenever in emergencies, if you're willing to use this method?

Your brothers can know. And so can your friends. But the secret has to be kept, as that, in order for this method to go ahead as planned.

There's a girl in the year above us: Lucille Sun. No one cares about her enough to notice the double version of her, in the common room. I'll be able to retrieve her hair and create the potion.

Potions are always available, and cured, by the Professors, so we wouldn't need to wait for the potion to cure.

Here's to hoping that we'll solve this in the nick of time.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

P.S You're name will be references as Cedrella Sallow -- just so there's no confusion on the name. 

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My brain needs more rest because it has a seething headache, just above my eyebrow. I'm not sure if it's because of the extra magic within my body, or just a coincidence, it's very had to tell.

I cover the name using my hand so that students wouldn't be able to use it as gossip.

How was Malfoy able to handle this alone? Without anyone's support to deal with the stress? The heart I own was aching for the boy hoping it's not too stressful. My mistake was going to be fixed and I was going to be the one to do it; this will all be over soon. All will become normal once more.

The missing attendance of Malfoy did not go unnoticed. So hopefully, all was well, and nothing has hexed the boy overnight.

"Adora? Please can you pass the salt?!" Asks Ron, still scanning for the object. "I can't seem to find it."

I snort. "You don't have the skills."

No one responded to my comeback. I scan around the Gryffindor table trying to figure out why everybody was surprised.

I was quick to ask. "What?"

Ron was celebrating the news. "Adora -- you've got your voice back!"

"I do! Now I can curse you lot with quick-wit!"

I stop smiling this wasn't good.

"What?" Says Ron.

"Two heirs are cursed... oh no."

Malfoy was on the person who was now hexed; and no doubt, has already received the punishment. I look towards the empty spot on the table.

One promise was made: I would be the support network.