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She asked where he lived.
“Second to the right,” said Peter, “and then straight on ‘till morning.”
“What a funny address!”
Peter had a sinking. For the first time he felt that perhaps it was a funny address.
“No, It isn’t,” he said.
“I mean” Wendy said nicely, remembering that she was hostess. “Is that what they put on the letters?”
He wished she had not mentioned letters.
“Don’t get any letters,” he said contemptuously.
Swiftly, the girl put the book down beside her. It was an old, battered book, and some of the pages had even begun to let loose over time. It was, however, also clearly a well-loved book, as she was very gentle with it and made sure it was nowhere near her inkpot.
Once more, she murmured the address to herself. Then she picked up her quill, dipped it in the inkpot and set it to the envelope.
With a hand that was obviously not yet accustomed to writing with such utensils, she wrote:
Peter Pan
Hideout of the Lost Boys
Neverland
Second (star) to the right and then straight on ‘till morning
***
“Ogily! Where do you think you’re going this late? There’s only half an hour left ‘till curfew!” one of the prefects yelled after the girl running towards the exit of the common room.
“I know! I know! I just have to mail this letter, I’ll be quick!” she yelled back, stopping only long enough to wave an envelope at the older boy. She didn’t wait for his reply, though, and disappeared quickly down the stairway, her cloak billowing behind her.
***
Dear Peter,
Don’t mind my owl, Sephine, I imagine she has had quite the journey, so she is probably a bit cranky and flew off to find some food and a place to sleep for a while.
She will be back.
Hello, my name is Mary and I am looking for someone to write letters to. Would you perhaps be interested in such an endeavour? I love stories, and I would be thrilled to hear about all your adventures in Neverland with the Lost Boys. If you would care to write to me too, that is.
If you would like me to, I could send you stories as well. I’ve heard people talking about red-headed twins and also about a gang of boys not unlike you and your Lost Boys, who supposedly went on great adventures, too.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours truly,
Mary Ogily
P.S. I didn’t know if you would have things to write with, so I included some parchment, a quill, ink and an envelope.