My
dear girl,
I can hardly be seen to be playing favourites. Not that I wish to do so, of course, nor even if I was going to, would it necessarily be yourself, nor even would I be able to tell you if indeed it was.
I hope that makes things clear: but I will say that I am very glad you have returned to us. Hufflepuff would not be the same without our Miss Abbott. (But then, I feel the same way even about Zacharias. Tell him that I think so, of course, and something rather dastardly will happen to your clothing - your favourite set of robes will turn bright pink and green polkadot in the night. Not that I have studied the contents of your wardrobe intently. Oh dear.)
What do you think of Joey? I haven't been around the dorm much this term - duties, you know! - but he seems even more eager to please than normal.
If you don't mind, keep an eye on them for me as I can't be there as much as I'd like, and I do love them, in my own, odd way.
I do believe I'm getting sappy in my old age.
Ernie.