After completely failing to make
Principal Washburn see why she doesn't deserve detention, Hermione didn't really feel like going to the luau. Instead, she's sitting on her bed in her alcove, attempting the fourth or so draft of a
letter.
Dear Viktor,
I did get your letter, and I'm sorry I haven't written back sooner, but it's been a bit weird here. School in America hasn't been bad at all. People have been really accepting and it isn't very different from Hogwarts. We even have some of the same people. I've met a lot of very nice people, some even from England, so it's hard to feel out of place. It's nice a lot of fun. I've even got special permission from the Ministry to do some magic here, as long as I keep it under control. They won't have to worry about that. I'm continuing to meet people no matter what Cedric says, and yes, I have spend a lot of time in the library, but nothing near as bad as what I think people assume. Which may be because it hasn't been open every day.
Cedric Diggory told me to say hello for him.
I'm glad to hear you're doing well, and I'd love to hear more about life post-Durmstrang. Ron and Harry have been lax in writing back, which means I'm not hearing much from the wizarding world in general. Also, I'm sorry I wasn't able to come visit this summer. As it turns out, there's some strange time travel happening here, so I'm actually writing this in June of 2006. Maybe I'll have a chance to visit anyway. Hope to hear from you again soon.
Cedric says- gah.
Love from,
Hermione