A town somewhere in England.

Elroy sat here, under a bridge, around a small fire with a few others. He looked quite tired. He looked out from under the bridge at the night sky, wondering when and if he would get a response...

Little did he know that one of the two people that saw his letter was squealing in joy and making the entire operation very unprofessional.

Elroy sighed, and looked back at the fire. At least it wasn't raining that night... He'd have to start moving again soon, and he hoped the weather would last until then.

The owl came flying over, and sat on Elroy's head with the letter in his beak. This time, everything seemed professional.

Elroy swatted at the owl. "Ow, geez..." He'd always hated birds, especially when they landed on him. He recognized the school owl, and untied the letter from its foot, almost tearing it upon opening it.

A light, tawny brown owl that looked rather small came flying over and dropped a small note on Elroy's head.

"Still need enlightenment?" was what was written inside it.

Elroy was snoozing under the bridge with his arm over his eyes, so he didn't realize that the owl was there.

The owl pecked at his ear.

He swatted at it.

This time, it took a nip at his ear and hooted loudly into it.

"Mmf... Harriet... stop that..." he moaned, rolling onto his side.

The owl hooted even louder.

"... You sound like ..." Elroy rolled over again, eyes opening a crack. "Oh, hello..."

The owl dropped it in his hands, and flew off.

Elroy opened the letter. "... Who the heck ..."

Oh, and on the bottom of the note was a tiny signature, written very fast in orange-yellow ink:

~Rachel M. (Olivia's red-headed twit of a friend.)

Elroy could barely make out the orange ink at the bottom. However, if he closed one eye, squinted the other, and tilted his head a bit, he could see a capital R, a lowercase h, and a capital M. "R.M..." he mumbled, trying to think of someone with those initials.

Finally, it struck him. "Monaseem!" He began digging around in whatever pockets he had for something to write with, but alas, nothing. He sat up and looked around for someone else to ask, but apparently, they'd switched hideouts without him. "Damn..." Elroy looked at the letter again, before folding it up and tucking it in his jacket.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, an owl came by, and dropped a letter. The writer, who must have noticed the lack of replies from the writing, had the letter automatically open so he'd be able to read it.


"Dear Elroy,
Happy Christmas season! Are YOU having a nice Christmas by any chance? Warm fire, clothes, able to find some food?

Okay, enough with all that crap. I am sick and tired of how you're living. Liv is always talking about how you're a hobo living in the streets under some disgusting bridge on England.

Seriously, is that how you live? I don't want you to live that way, and neither does God.

Elroy, go to a Church, or something! Get some help and enlightenment from a priest or a pastor or whoever! They can offer you help, they can take you in! Elroy, please. This is Christ's season. Do they right thing for yourself, and make Him happy! He is your savior, and He died so YOU can have a chance of living. And are you truly living? No. You're stuck under a bridge, and you might as well be dead.

Elroy, I beg of you, do the right thing!

-Rachel M.

Elroy was leaned against the wall under the bridge, fast asleep. His nose looked rather crooked, and his fingers were blistered and burned. A dying fire was build a few feet away. It was snowing lightly.

"ELROY WHATEVER YOU MIDDLE NAME IS ASTOR!!!" roared Rachel. She was standing two feet in front of Rachel, her arms crossed, and she looked thoroughly angry for someone who wrote such a letter three hours ago.

He woke up with a start, scrambling to his feet, and pulled his wand out of his pocket. "I'M NO THIEF!" he shouted.

"I know that!" she then walked right up to him. "Elroy, I am Rachel M. The evil-demon red headed girl from Hell who has been trying to communicate with you." She then pointed to the letter that was tossed aside. "What do you make of that?!"

"... Oh, yeah, I know you." Elroy was obviously still half-asleep. He looked down at the letter. "... Parchment."