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As it turns out, I have been accepted for an internship at the International Magical Office of Law with the possibility of a permanent position, depending on both my N.E.W.T.s and my performance there. I am very excited about this and the fact that Millicent and I have begun to look for a flat together. The two of us have decided that it would be best for our future health and happiness that we no longer live with our mothers. I wrote my father telling him of all my plans, both of my prospective living arrangements and my upcoming employment. I had been hoping my father would write me back before school was out, but that seems less and less likely.
Though my father has been preoccupied, Mother on the other hand did find the time to write to let me know that Queenie Greengrass is in a very serious relationship with Miles Bletchley and that they are practically engaged. This is hardly news to me, however, as Queenie has done nothing but keep Millicent, Tracey Davis, and I up to all hours of the evening with her stories about her relationship. I am not certain how long she and Miles have known each other, but I do recall the very night Queenie informed us of her first date with him - and that was scarcely two months ago. Yet, it seems that only last week Miles bought her a promise ring (which I suppose is rather like an engagement ring for engagement rings). Queenie tells me they plan to get married before next winter and is absolutely elated by the idea of it. In fact, since receiving the ring, she has given studying up entirely for pouring over catalogues of dresses and dinnerware and invitation cards. She tells me that it really doesn't matter how she is doing on her N.E.W.T.s since Miles Bletchley has a "very secure" position at his family's company. I congratulated her, of course, but personally, I would not be ready for marriage at eighteen. I did not tell her this, however, as I figured it was not my place, but Tracey Davis had no qualms about informing Queenie exactly of what she thought about the last name "Bletchley."
As for the N.E.W.T.s, they are indeed a challenge but I do believe they are going well, despite the fact that my hands have begun to ache exceedingly from all the writing. Although I would have preferred to cast my own pain relief spell, I stopped by Madame Pomfrey's this morning for some treatment since our wands still have not been returned and because I had to see her anyway. My hands, in any case, are feeling much better. Still, it does make me ever so much more impatient for when we shall finally be done with these tests. I do believe I shall make a nice three layer cake for Draco, Millicent, and I when we finally finished with it all. I think I shall have gained five pounds after this whole affair due to the snack breaks Millicent, Draco, and I have done in between studying, and the food I intend to eat in celebration of its end.
Though my father has been preoccupied, Mother on the other hand did find the time to write to let me know that Queenie Greengrass is in a very serious relationship with Miles Bletchley and that they are practically engaged. This is hardly news to me, however, as Queenie has done nothing but keep Millicent, Tracey Davis, and I up to all hours of the evening with her stories about her relationship. I am not certain how long she and Miles have known each other, but I do recall the very night Queenie informed us of her first date with him - and that was scarcely two months ago. Yet, it seems that only last week Miles bought her a promise ring (which I suppose is rather like an engagement ring for engagement rings). Queenie tells me they plan to get married before next winter and is absolutely elated by the idea of it. In fact, since receiving the ring, she has given studying up entirely for pouring over catalogues of dresses and dinnerware and invitation cards. She tells me that it really doesn't matter how she is doing on her N.E.W.T.s since Miles Bletchley has a "very secure" position at his family's company. I congratulated her, of course, but personally, I would not be ready for marriage at eighteen. I did not tell her this, however, as I figured it was not my place, but Tracey Davis had no qualms about informing Queenie exactly of what she thought about the last name "Bletchley."
As for the N.E.W.T.s, they are indeed a challenge but I do believe they are going well, despite the fact that my hands have begun to ache exceedingly from all the writing. Although I would have preferred to cast my own pain relief spell, I stopped by Madame Pomfrey's this morning for some treatment since our wands still have not been returned and because I had to see her anyway. My hands, in any case, are feeling much better. Still, it does make me ever so much more impatient for when we shall finally be done with these tests. I do believe I shall make a nice three layer cake for Draco, Millicent, and I when we finally finished with it all. I think I shall have gained five pounds after this whole affair due to the snack breaks Millicent, Draco, and I have done in between studying, and the food I intend to eat in celebration of its end.