To: Keller Murphy; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, Ravenclaw Tower.
I apologise for the lack of communication that has occurred of late; there was an outbreak if a virus in the local area among some of the people I treat most often, and I’ve been working around the clock to get them the medicine they need while giving other preventative measures so that they don’t catch it either. As you can imagine, time has not quite been on my side so that I can owl you.
However, it was during these long hours that I done some thinking and, after approaching your mother about it, we both agreed that it would be prudent to tell you our thoughts and wishes. As you’re undoubtedly aware, soon you will be graduating, and your mother and I would be proud if, after you left Hogwarts, you applied for a university - specifically, the University of Oxford’s Medical Sciences Division. Your grades have always been high - high enough to warrant this prestigious university, and I know that you would be accepted if you worked hard for your final exams. I have already written a letter to your Headmistress a week ago, and she informed me that Hogwarts does have in place methods of converting grades for “muggle” students into diplomas that can be used in our world. With your impeccable grades, I do believe that you would be received well at Oxford, and go on to become a fine doctor in your own right.
Your mother and I just want what’s best for you, Keller. We do not feel that this magical school of yours gives you the qualifications needed to make it in the real world and to get a sustainable job to support yourself and a family. We’re worried that once you graduate, you will do nothing with yourself and eventually end up working with Oscar at the dock yards. You have a good mind that would be best applied to something worthy of the task, and there is nothing to be ashamed of at attending Oxford and becoming a doctor. Think of your family before throwing your life away on magic and spells and potions.
Your mother sends her love.
two | their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?
Keller and Audrey Murphy have a good relationship despite the numerous setbacks that they have faced. Since he was a boy, Keller always looked up to his mother and saw her as a figure of compassion and understanding; he felt that he was more like her than he was like his father - or at least, he hoped he was. Keller saw his mother as a figure of intelligence and determination, and he hoped to one day mirror that in his own life. Now that he’s grown up, Keller doesn’t think he has as much in common with his mother as he had originally hoped: he feels as though he let her down in that regard, because he should have tried harder to follow her example. Despite this, Keller loves his mother completely, and is more willing to forgive her mistakes than his father’s. As a teacher to the disadvantaged and disabled, Audrey works long hours and is often travelling from Liverpool to nearby cities, leaving her family at home and returning feeling and looking exhausted. She has always done the best job she could as a mother, and Keller is quick to acknowledge this - even though she missed a lot of important moments in his childhood, he holds onto the times when she’d read to him when he was sick before heading off to work, or when she’d bring home a new book that she found on the train. Keller thinks the world of his mother, and wishes that he had spent more time with her as a boy. Now that he’s older, she seems to miss him more, but also has higher expectations for him - and Keller wants to go back to a time when she looked at him with hope and happiness after a long day at work or a few days away from home.
I think Keller inherited his mother’s love of learning, education, knowledge, curiosity, and books - she always fostered this in him when they spent time together when he was younger, and she was excited for him to attend Hogwarts and learn things that she had no knowledge about. While I think that Keller inherited his father’s love of logic and reason and holding back on feeling to examine a problem, he got his mother’s sense of wanting to help in any way possible. The combination of these two things often leads Keller into strife during emotional situations, where his need and desire to help people in trouble is put into practice by using logic and rationality to solve a problem with his mind, rather than with his heart. His mother is a figure in his life that Keller holds onto when things get bad, and he often wishes he had her there to help him or advise him - but that was never her role before, so he can’t - and doesn’t - expect that now.
Yes, actually this one has been answered by Rowling herself so we don’t have to elaborate much.
She was asked: “Do the memories stored in a Pensieve reflect reality or the views of the person they belong to?”
Answer: It’s reality. It’s important that I have got that across, because Slughorn gave Dumbledore this pathetic cut-and-paste memory. He didn’t want to give the real thing, and he very obviously patched it up and cobbled it together. So, what you remember is accurate in the Pensieve.
Asked: So there are things in there that you haven’t noticed personally, but you can go and see yourself?
Answer: Yes, and that’s the magic of the Pensieve, that’s what brings it alive. (…) Otherwise it really would just be like a diary, wouldn’t it? Confined to what you remember. But the Pensieve recreates a moment for you, so you could go into your own memory and relive things that you didn’t notice the time. It’s somewhere in your head, which I’m sure it is, in all of our brains. I’m sure if you could access it, things that you don’t know you remember are all in there somewhere.
Pensieve memories are not susceptible to bias, they are a completely accurate rendering of whatever happened regardless of feeling, time, whoever’s point of view it’s from. Nothing taints them unless, as said above, they are manually tampered with and usually it’s fairly obvious when they have been.
Even if you didn’t see or hear something yourself at the time of the memory (example: Lupin talking about being a werewolf in Snape’s memory. Obviously Snape didn’t actually hear any of their conversation himself but he was close enough to them that it was recorded into his subconscious) you would be able to go back into a memory and examine all the aspects you missed.
I hope that covered it well enough.
Despite the serious tone that had fallen over the room, Autumn smiled softly at Keller when he said he believed her. After her credibility was questioned and nearly dismissed by the female auror, she needed someone who did not immediately assume she had been hallucinating. The last thing Autumn needed was more reason to feel she was going insane and some of the nervous tension in her body disappeared, though not enough for her to release the tight fist she was making. There was still so much more to tell Keller and he had so many questions of his own. Just as Demetria had wanted to know more about the appearance of the strange man, so did Keller and Autumn wished she had details to spare –hair color, eye color, a scar. But all she had was a general body description and the knowledge that he did not belong. “I-…I really can’t describe him well. I’m sorry.” Autumn looked down at her hands, not wanting to see the disappointed look that would undoubtedly cross his face. “But the questions you asked…they’re the same questions an auror asked me when I told her. I know that sounds crazy, that I told an auror, but I just thought it was the best thing to do. I feel like they deserve to know if they are the ones leading the investigation into who did it.” Even telling the boy who was heading a secret mission into London behind all authority’s back, Autumn still felt her decision to tell the aurors was right. But that did not mean Keller did not deserve the information as well and Autumn continued. “The woman I talked…I think students call her the sassy one? Her name is Demetria and she wants me to go back tonight to give her the memory. That’s why I needed to take to you so urgently. I guess I thought that someone else should look over the memory too. Who better than the genius Head Boy?”
Keller’s head was already swimming with thoughts and ideas stemming form what Autumn had told him, and he looked forward to a time when he could go and sit and contemplate how all of this information fitted into the scheme of things. “It’s alright,” Keller said, feeling only a flicker of disappointment that Autumn couldn’t describe him. “Just saying it was a man helps to narrow things down,” he said encouragingly. Listening as Autumn spoke further, Keller was surprised that she had taken this to the aurors - yet he was also proud and pleased. Not many people trusted them - with good reason - but if they are good people like Keller thought they were, then telling them this information had been for the good of them all. “You did the right thing,” Keller said, giving her a small, proud smile. “Truly. If they’re looking into this quidditch attack like I know they are, then this could be the break they needed, so-.. I’m glad you told them, and that-… you thought you could also tell me.” It didn’t escape Keller to be humble and appreciative that people thought he was trustworthy - that people turned to him when things got bad. “They want your memory?” Keller repeated, eyebrows raising, before he blushed furiously and shook his head. “I’m not-… I’m not-.. you know-…” But as he spoke, he was thinking. “Are you sure you want to give me your memory?” he asked, looking at her for clarification as he raised his wand and flicked it, and a vial from his dorm room appeared in his hand - large enough to contain a memory that he could later look at in his pensieve later. “I mean— I do appreciate it, but you don’t have to. You did the right thing by going to the aurors, and if you want to trust them to handle it, then I’ll respect your wishes. But I uhm-.. I can’t deny that the memory would be useful-… it’s your choice, though,” he said, looking at her steadily. “There are things happening in this castle that I—.. I can’t explain, but I’m trying to, and I think the person you saw-.. if I could see him myself-… I think he might be a familiar figure around here. If I can connect the dots of your memory to others’, then-.. then I think I’ll have at least found something useful.”
Keller came out of his sleep heavily and slowly, like he was dragging himself from unconsciousness with his bare hands, fighting against it with tooth and nail. He became mentally aware of waking up before he opened his eyes or moved his body: his mind switched back on like it had been rebooted. Whirring to life sluggishly, it registered all of his body parts were in tact and that nothing was in pain, and when it felt safe enough, Keller opened his eyes. The first thing he saw were two colours: white and red. Blinking several times to clear the hazy, unfocused parts of his vision, Keller came to see that the white was the colour of the room he was lying in, and the colour of the blanket that was spread across his legs and chest. Squinting with more effort, Keller turned his attention to the red, and when he realised that it wasn’t just red, but warm, he lifted a hand to his chest. His fingers found the blood – still warm and wet, and he lifted his hand to his face, drawing it away and finding it to be covered in the same substance. Keller’s hand shook as he dropped his hand back to the bed and his head against the pillow, taking deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself. Swallowing thickly, he tried not to panic over the fact that he had slept – for how long? – for the first time in weeks and now, he had taken to bleeding right through the slumber. He wasn’t sure how felt as he laid there, and Keller tried to self-evaluate himself. There was a sense of exhaustion still running through his body, but his mind did feel clearer: the lack of dreams whilst sleeping had allowed him to actually rest for the time given to him. He lifted his right hand up and looked at his watch, trying to calculate how many hours he’d been out for. Six hours. Six hours of sleep and rest, and Keller knew that that was the most sleep he’d had all term. Though his mind was clear and unfoggy, he knew that he had still wasted a lot of time with resting that he could have used for other things, but the threat of collapse that had overtaken him when he came to the Hospital Wing had been the worst he’d ever felt, and there was no denying it.
The parcel of sorts landed in front of Keller and then the owl was gone. Unwrapping it with curious and nimble fingers, Keller read the note before looking at the notebook, feeling excitement sweep through him like wildfire. Astronomy was his passion, even if he knew he wouldn’t pursue it much further beyond a hobby, and as he scanned the page - which was indeed in Italian - he knew he would need a book from the library to help decipher the majority of the words. But he could make out the name Galileo Galilei, and the bottom half was, to Keller’s better trained eye, an observation of Jupiter’s moons (not only indicated by the long. and lat. coordinates at the bottom, but by the diagrams drawn.) Keller’s excitement rose at the possibilities that studying this old page could bring, and he flicked through some of the others, noting more astrological diagrams and trajectories, as well phrases in English, Italian, and Latin. Keller couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, and he nervously laid the book and note aside to write back to Tucker.
I am completely speechless from the gift you sent me. I don’t believe I will stop saying thank you if you gave me three lifetimes to do so. Thank you for this amazing notebook - I look forward to studying and translating it further. I feel like this note falls short of the gratitude I feel, so-… thank you again. Truly. This is numbered among one of the nicest things anyone has given me, and I will treasure it.
SMH: Aiden, Tuesday, Autumn
I guess I would—
he seems nice, from the small amount we’ve talked? He also has nice eyes that would be nicer to examine up close.
we get along rather well and I know that I can trust her. I think a marriage between us would be fun and exciting, and she’d take me places and teach me things-.. probably how to be more spontaneous.
once again I respect Tyler far too much to attempt to make any moves on his girl.
you look sick. are you ill?
No, I’m quite well, thank you. How are you doing?