All right, so this war thing has got to end. Tomorrow. Yesterday, in fact. My mother is considering paying for me to go back to school early because she's afraid I'll get bombed or something. I keep telling her I'm every bit as safe in the Hollow as I would be at school, but she really doesn't believe me. I told her I'm not going back to school early. I'm staying right here, and she'll have to drag me back if she wants me there before August thirty first. Anyway, I've been practicing Quidditch a whole lot, and that's about it. I intend to tell my professors that I lost my homework for over the summer, and then they'll let me have a week. At least a week. I mean, honestly...weren't OWL's enough for them?
Oh, by the way, how did everyone do on those? THREE O'S, ONE A, TWO E'S...BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I'M THE BEST.
Almost the best.
No one rub in better scores, now.
You know you like being nice to me and not cruel. Really.
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