AMELIA BONES : 1 September, 1963
Dear Mother and Father (and Edgar & Oliver, by association),
Hogwarts is, well, nice. A bit larger than I expected, but I guess these things happen, don’t they? I know that the stories you always told, Dad, made Hogwarts out to seem positively massive, but I’ll confess, I did doubt you, but now that I’m here, I don’t think you were lying at all. I’m going to get so incredibly lost on my way to classes.
Well, I guess both of you are wondering with baited breath what house your only daughter got Sorted into, and I oh this so hard say, oh, I’m just going to come right out and say write it.
Hufflepuff. I, your only daughter, am a Hufflepuff. Please don’t be mad at me. I know that this may come as a bit of a shock, it surprised me so much I bet that my mouth was hanging wide open like some sort of dead fish especially given how much I am like you, Father, and you were a Ravenclaw. I did so have my heart set on that house. The Hat nearly put me there, but then last second decided that Hufflepuff was better for me. My head is still wreeling spinning. What am I going to do with all my pretty blue jumpers?
At least the people in this house seem to be a nice enough sort and are very friendly. I think I’ll get along with them just fine, even I am a bit, horribly, slightly disappointed.
I miss you all something terrible, really I do (yes, you Eddie whom I know is making a face right now). Please don’t forget about me?
I’ll write back soon. Of course. And write me back,fast.
Love,
PS Mother, I think that Edgar is going to be a Gryffindor or perhaps a Slytherin like you. I can just tell.
Hogwarts is, well, nice. A bit larger than I expected, but I guess these things happen, don’t they? I know that the stories you always told, Dad, made Hogwarts out to seem positively massive, but I’ll confess, I did doubt you, but now that I’m here, I don’t think you were lying at all. I’m going to get so incredibly lost on my way to classes.
Well, I guess both of you are wondering with baited breath what house your only daughter got Sorted into, and I oh this so hard say, oh, I’m just going to come right out and say write it.
Hufflepuff. I, your only daughter, am a Hufflepuff. Please don’t be mad at me. I know that this may come as a bit of a shock, it surprised me so much I bet that my mouth was hanging wide open like some sort of dead fish especially given how much I am like you, Father, and you were a Ravenclaw. I did so have my heart set on that house. The Hat nearly put me there, but then last second decided that Hufflepuff was better for me. My head is still wreeling spinning. What am I going to do with all my pretty blue jumpers?
At least the people in this house seem to be a nice enough sort and are very friendly. I think I’ll get along with them just fine, even I am a bit, horribly, slightly disappointed.
I miss you all something terrible, really I do (yes, you Eddie whom I know is making a face right now). Please don’t forget about me?
I’ll write back soon. Of course. And write me back,fast.
Love,
PS Mother, I think that Edgar is going to be a Gryffindor or perhaps a Slytherin like you. I can just tell.