So, I'm still in the hospital wing. Can you believe it, anyone would think I was dying or something, the way Pomfrey has been fussing over me.
Mum says she'll come and see me some time, which would be good. Mum's the best person in the world to have around when you don't feel so great.
Anyway, so I've had alot of time to think, being shut up in here, about the war and what might happen, and about how you really need to work out your priorities and what matters the most, and how none of us should be taking things for granted or holding off stuff for later, because there might not be a later.
It probably sounds really stupid, I know, but it just seems important, somehow.
I know I've been a royal shit to you, and I don't blame you if you never forgive me, but you and Harry are the best friends I ever had, and I'd really like to talk to you. Even if you still hate me, I think we should try to work it out for Harry's sake. He really needs us right now.
I really need to talk to you.