Dear Mum and Dad,
Ron thinks Crookshanks ate Scabbers. I know that’s what cats do, and Crookshanks has never liked Ron’s rat. But I told him not to eat Scabbers and know he understood me.
Scabbers was already really old. I know Ron liked Scabbers, and he’s really upset. But it’s not Crockshank’s fault. And it’s not my fault, either.
Scabbers has just disappeared. There isn’t a body or anything. But there was blood on Ron’s sheets. And he thinks it’s Crookshanks because he found some of Crookshanks’s hair on his bed. But Crookshanks has always been going up there, that’s why I told him not to go after Scabbers.
Now Ron won’t talk to me because I told him that he can’t take it out on Crookshanks. We don’t know that it was Crookshanks, and Scabbers was really old already, and he was sick. Harry and Ron are already upset because I told Professor McGonagall about Harry’s new flying broom.
We’re doing palmistry in Divination and Professor Trewlawney said that Harry had the shortest life lines she’d ever seen. Of course Harry’s life line is short, there isn’t a major event in his life that’s going to show up against You-Know-Who and his parents’ death. And the length of the life line isn’t correlative to a person’s length of life anyway. You can’t just measure a person’s life line and say one centimetre is however many years.
I’m so tired. And there’s still a whole chapter of Arithmancy that Professor Vector wants summarised by Monday.
I hope we win Quidditch tomorrow, that will cheer Ron and Harry up a bit.
Love from,