I've got some news which may or may not come as a surprise to you. I want you to know right up front that I'm not asking permission for from you - this is what's going to happen. I've known for weeks, but haven't plucked up the courage found the time to tell you until now ( Read more... )

I got a letter from Emmeline today. Oh God...her fiancé was killed the other night. Two weeks before their wedding! She was out out doing some errands and several wizards went to their flat and...just...oh god.

He was a Muggleborn, that's why they killed him, I know it. It had to be those Death Eaters we've heard whispers about. It makes me so ( Read more... )

Hallo. Look, I'm sure you're wondering what all that was about. Erm. Truth is, I'm not entirely sure what I wrote, but I'm sure most things are just plain crap. See, we won a really important match yesterday, and James (you know how he loves Quidditch) was really excellent, so we were all quite chuffed and in the mood to celebrate. I guess we got a ( Read more... )

Pardon the brevity. Transformation went fine, but the Shack was so cold and somehow I'd misplaced the blanket, so I'm staying in the infirmary a bit longer since Madam Pomfrey says I've got frostbite.

I can't get warm.

Hopefully will be out by weekend. Could be worse, please don't worry.

Love,

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Moon was fine. It's amazing how much better they've been lately (those two on holiday excepted, of course; must've been the travel).

How is your ankle feeling? Are you sure you won't let Dad bring you to a Healer? I suppose it'd be weirder now, if you suddenly showed up at work all healed, though. James here is having his own injury problems. He ( Read more... )

It is only a few hours passed past moonset and here I am writing you a letter. I just wanted you both to know that I'm the happiest I've been since learning I could come to Hogwarts. I know you've been worried about me since December's moon, and worried about certain people with whom I assosi associate and they're their influence on me ( Read more... )

I'm desperate for the end of term. I can barely look at Sirius Black Sirius without feeling ill. It's even worse because I think he feels the same way when he looks at me. There is so much wrong right now, and even if I knew how to fix it, I'm not entirely sure I would. I still haven't completely wrapped my head around what he did. It's...it's just ( Read more... )

I know you received an owl from Professor McGonagall the other day about my marks. I'm very sorry that I've done so poorly this term so far. My new classes are more difficult than I'd imagined, and my new professors aren't as understanding of my absences. Potions is much harder this term, too, and our last assignment involved some brewing at the ( Read more... )

Can I please come home? I know Dad's out of the country, but I really really need to be home right now ( Read more... )

Are girls always insane? Only this one girl, Alice, is always after me about how excellent Sirius's backside apparently is. It's quite bizarre, yeah? Why's she telling me, hasn't she got friends to twitter about with? And is it normal for a girl in her third year to be dating a first-year boy? Well, she is. I don't think she's very nice, and I'm ( Read more... )