October 28th
Dear Mother and Father,
Please ignore yesterday’s letter. Yes, my birthday is, and always has been, on January 9th, and I know from Divination lessons that I am a denizen of the noble goat, aka Capricorn, and can therefore be quite sinister but possess a good sense of humour.
It appears that the usual Gryffindor crowd put a general Confundus on all Slytherins yesterday, which has thankfully worn off. This morning, the Great Hall was filled with owls making for our table with cakes, cards and presents, even though nobody in the house has a birthday coming up: a real one, that is. Obviously, some of the Slytherins’ parents were also Confunded, or maybe just worried that they’d lost their marbles and forgotten a tiny Gaunt or Malfoy’s date of birth.
Black and Potter were livid that their plan backfired and so many of us received gifts for no reason. It would have been nice to get extra cake, socks and boxers, plus that Gamewizard I wanted.
So. Panic over! Forgive me my precipitate rage.
Your son,
October 28th