AMELIA BONES : 22 January, 1966
Dear Natasa,
Γειάσου. Πώς είστε; Είμαι καλά, σας ευχαριστώ. How was that? Impressed? I felt that it was only appropriate that since you are always writing to me in my native tongue and such an ugly language by comparison it is, then it is only right that I do the same for you. I’d like to thank you for the lovely card and trinket that you send me for my birthday. It was really lovely. What are the blue stones in the necklace called? When I wore it the other day I was complimented on it so many times. Even he complimented me!
Now, Natasa, pleas humour me for the next bit, please? Apart from the fact that my History grades are absolute shite less than stellar, I really do love Runes and (didn’t you mock me for that? But it’s just so fascinating, it’ll never be a bother), but now I’m now I’m getting off track and I was just wondering if perhaps you could send me something? A book, perhaps? I’m not picky and I promise to return it when I come to stay with you soon. Thank you so very much in advance.
Well enough about me, how’s school? Is your Charms professor still giving you a fuss? Mine is adorable, but I told you that already, didn’t I? Send your mum thanks for the biscuits; they were lovely. Thank heavens I wasn’t at home when you sent them because I’m pretty sure that Edgar would’ve stolen some and I can’t deny Ollie a thing.
I’ve just had a thought. Do I write boring letters? You’d tell me if I was dull, wouldn’t you Natasa, wouldn’t you? I mean, I know your English isn’t as good as mine and my Greek is complete crap sub par at best, but if I was boring, you’d tell me, right? I so don’t want to be boring. I want to be exciting. It’s just so hard to be exciting when you’re 13 14 years old and you are stuck in a magical boarding school somewhere Scotland.
Oh my.
That sounds completely ridiculous doesn’t it? I’m a witch, I should live an exciting life. Not a life in which the most fascinating thing that has happened to me in the past week was having Fabian Prewett talk to me having my birthday and watching as Jacob Duffreys nearly got eaten by a plant in Herbology. Did I tell you about that? It was hysterical interesting. I mean, Professor Sprout did tell him not to touch it as it was something the seventh years were going to work with, but what did he do? Touched it. And it nearly took off his entire arm. I was laughing so hard my sides felt like they were splitting in two. Guess that just proves Gryffindors really do act before they think. Not that that means much to you.
Oh well, I have to dash, there’s a group of us going to study Transfig and practise our practicals and whatnot. I don’t really need help, but I’m going anyways because…well, because. Gillian said that some of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws might join us (Gilly does tend to lie a bit, but do you think he’ll be there? Oh god, I’m such a stupid girl sometimes.)
Much fondness (and a promise to learn better Greek),
PS Do you think? Oh bollocks, never mind.
Γειάσου. Πώς είστε; Είμαι καλά, σας ευχαριστώ. How was that? Impressed? I felt that it was only appropriate that since you are always writing to me in my native tongue and such an ugly language by comparison it is, then it is only right that I do the same for you. I’d like to thank you for the lovely card and trinket that you send me for my birthday. It was really lovely. What are the blue stones in the necklace called? When I wore it the other day I was complimented on it so many times. Even he complimented me!
Now, Natasa, pleas humour me for the next bit, please? Apart from the fact that my History grades are absolute shite less than stellar, I really do love Runes and (didn’t you mock me for that? But it’s just so fascinating, it’ll never be a bother), but now I’m now I’m getting off track and I was just wondering if perhaps you could send me something? A book, perhaps? I’m not picky and I promise to return it when I come to stay with you soon. Thank you so very much in advance.
Well enough about me, how’s school? Is your Charms professor still giving you a fuss? Mine is adorable, but I told you that already, didn’t I? Send your mum thanks for the biscuits; they were lovely. Thank heavens I wasn’t at home when you sent them because I’m pretty sure that Edgar would’ve stolen some and I can’t deny Ollie a thing.
I’ve just had a thought. Do I write boring letters? You’d tell me if I was dull, wouldn’t you Natasa, wouldn’t you? I mean, I know your English isn’t as good as mine and my Greek is complete crap sub par at best, but if I was boring, you’d tell me, right? I so don’t want to be boring. I want to be exciting. It’s just so hard to be exciting when you’re 13 14 years old and you are stuck in a magical boarding school somewhere Scotland.
Oh my.
That sounds completely ridiculous doesn’t it? I’m a witch, I should live an exciting life. Not a life in which the most fascinating thing that has happened to me in the past week was having Fabian Prewett talk to me having my birthday and watching as Jacob Duffreys nearly got eaten by a plant in Herbology. Did I tell you about that? It was hysterical interesting. I mean, Professor Sprout did tell him not to touch it as it was something the seventh years were going to work with, but what did he do? Touched it. And it nearly took off his entire arm. I was laughing so hard my sides felt like they were splitting in two. Guess that just proves Gryffindors really do act before they think. Not that that means much to you.
Oh well, I have to dash, there’s a group of us going to study Transfig and practise our practicals and whatnot. I don’t really need help, but I’m going anyways because…well, because. Gillian said that some of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws might join us (Gilly does tend to lie a bit, but do you think he’ll be there? Oh god, I’m such a stupid girl sometimes.)
Much fondness (and a promise to learn better Greek),
PS Do you think? Oh bollocks, never mind.