OOC: Here's your letter:
Jolie,
I’ve sat down to write this so many times, used up so much ink and parchment. It’s been hard to come up with the words, somehow, even though I’m usually pretty good with words. It’s like… there’s so much I wish I could say but I just can’t formulate the words.
I know I’m young, even though a lot of the time I just feel so old. And I know I’ve got the whole world before me. The path stretches on before me, stretches so far, but I’ve just been too afraid to step forward, to tread it.
But I’ve got to stop fooling myself. The years is at it end, exams have finished, another year of school gone. I feel it in my bones, I’m so much more powerful now than I was this time last year. And with that power… comes responsibility. I have to be responsible now, stand on my own two feet. I appreciate what you’ve done for me, I’m touched that you still care to keep an eye on me – don’t think I haven’t noticed you following me – when you could be in the afterlife, or partying, or seeing the sights, but, like all things, I’m afraid this must come to an end. It’s my time now. I can’t rely on you all my life, and you can’t live vicariously through me. If I can’t do things now without someone hovering over my shoulder, how will I ever succeed in the world when I am an adult? It’s time for me to look after myself, push my boundaries, be free. Be free to choose directions for myself. Again, I’m glad you care, but this has to stop. It’s not a healthy relationship. I’ve joked, but it kind of is like you’re haunting me, and a girl haunting her little brother is not a healthy brother – sister relationship. I need to be independent now, to be my own person. I need to make my own decisions, even if they’re mistakes. Don’t think I didn’t care about you in life. I did, even if our relationship was strained a lot. But now… but now, though it’s no fault of yours, we can’t be like we used to. I need to move on to survive in this world. I need to move on to live life to the fullest like I know you’d want me to.
So, in accordance of all this, I ask that you let me go without a fuss, and that you don’t hate me for needing the space and time to grow as my own person. I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for my own best interests. It is no insult or offense to you, I simply need to be Remy, not Jolie’s Little Brother.
I am considering applying for foster care, because although I know the system is not the best, it may be my only option. I am also considering changing my last name. Again, not as an insult to you, but I am no longer truly part of the family or any family, and am forming my own identity. Not to worry, I will continue to attend Hogwarts. My education is very important to me.
So, this is farewell. I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me, all that you’ve been for me in life. I’m sure that I wouldn’t be like myself without you, but the dawn is rising on my time.
Adieu, ma chere soeur, je vous aime (OOC: Farewell, my dear sister, I love you)
Remy
