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31_days2006-05-11 11:53 pm
[May 11] [A Wind In the Door] Captial N
Title: Capital N
Day/Theme: May 11 / I am the spirit that denieth all things
Series: A Wind In the Door (Madeleine L’Engle)
Character/Pairing: Charles Wallace, Proginoskes
Rating: G
Word Count: 225
Day/Theme: May 11 / I am the spirit that denieth all things
Series: A Wind In the Door (Madeleine L’Engle)
Character/Pairing: Charles Wallace, Proginoskes
Rating: G
Word Count: 225
In third grade, English was the class Charles Wallace could tolerate best. His teacher was a sweet creature that was not only fair to the whole class, but was actually one of the few people who didn’t regard him with automatic suspicion. Still, she and the boy did not always meet eye to eye.
One of their assignments involved writing a thank you note for a somebody they couldn’t say thank you face to face for some reason. Charles wrote a note to a special friend he certainly couldn’t talk to face to face—and that wasn’t only because Proginoskes didn’t exactly have a face.
Dear Progo,
To a friend whose love was so vast that you denied yourself all that you are, and in so doing acknowledged all else, thank you. It is because of you I am Named Charles Wallace. Whatever you look like now—not that it matters, I guess, since you’re not matter—you’ll always be my drive of dragons.
I love you, Proginoskes.
Charles Wallace
His teacher came to him with gentle understanding.
“I guess, you must be lonely,” his teacher said with a sad little smile. “And I didn’t say you couldn’t write to imaginary somebodies. I’ll let it pass this time, Charles.”
Charles sighed. Well, at least she was nice about it.
“And Charles, watch where you use your capital letters.”
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One of their assignments involved writing a thank you note for a somebody they couldn’t say thank you face to face for some reason. Charles wrote a note to a special friend he certainly couldn’t talk to face to face—and that wasn’t only because Proginoskes didn’t exactly have a face.
Dear Progo,
To a friend whose love was so vast that you denied yourself all that you are, and in so doing acknowledged all else, thank you. It is because of you I am Named Charles Wallace. Whatever you look like now—not that it matters, I guess, since you’re not matter—you’ll always be my drive of dragons.
I love you, Proginoskes.
Charles Wallace
His teacher came to him with gentle understanding.
“I guess, you must be lonely,” his teacher said with a sad little smile. “And I didn’t say you couldn’t write to imaginary somebodies. I’ll let it pass this time, Charles.”
Charles sighed. Well, at least she was nice about it.
“And Charles, watch where you use your capital letters.”
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