introduction.

Zephyr had gotten caught up in the wrong crowd, and it had gotten him burned. He was isolated, unsure of what the future held, and honestly kind of peeved. Sirius never got any letters from home. So every day at breakfast, they each got a letter. From Zephyr- his own worries and rambles of the day. And from Sirius- the odd joke here and there, along with some increasingly fond responses.