Raine,

I have been thinking of you lately. Is it stupid if I say that I miss you? Because I do. Hogwarts isn't quite the same without you around. Or well, things aren't the same without you around I guess. It's my last year here and I have no idea what the bloody hell I want to do with my life. I always thought I wanted to work with dragons but now everything is so uncertain. Everything is more real now and its

Meet Furguson. Last Hogsmeade weekend an old lady who was fostering him was looking for a home and I couldn't resist. He cuddled me right there, Raine. I think I might be a cat whisperer. I think he might be a bit of a thief, some of my things (and my dormmates things) have gone missing since he's been around.... I need to find his stash. Speaking of stashes, doesn't Gus have a beautiful mustache?

How are you? Is Maurice doing okay without me?


Love,
Zel

5th November
 attached is a picture of Zel and Furguson-- with Furguson batting Zel's face with his paws, holding a sock in his mouth. Zel is clearly trying to get the sock out of Gus' mouth.


Raine,

I know vaguely where none of those places are. Except Rome. Italy. I know where Italy is. I've never been great with geography. The town is beautiful though. I love the water. I think I'd like to live by the water again one day.

For Hogwarts news... People are doing stuff with this weird bucket list. Figaro and I ate a whole cheesecake apiece for it. People are snogging and whatnot in classrooms, professor's offices... Trying to touch Professors Donovans' arses. It's chaos, Raine. Chaos.  I accidentally made Eli cry becuase I didn't feel like smoking with him... I think they might have been fake tears because he got to hang out with Indi. Those two seem close.

Gracie does her very best to mortify me with lewd gestures and phrases with double meanings. She said something was nice and it certainly wasn't Furguson. I still like her. She doesn't go too far like some of the other people in our year like to do. No one has called me Tremble yet, I think that's a good sign.

I am not going to approach Mr. Professor. Donovan to find Gus' cat hoard of thievery. Do you know how mad that would make me sound? Mr. Professor. Donovan has got these big pectoral muscles and a brooding face. He's like a giant. grumpy furry wolf-man. My sister is roommates with his and Nice Professor Donovan's sister.

Maybe you'll be introduced to people around our age who aren't so close to their graves? That was more morbid on paper. I'm sorry.

Love,

The Zel formerly known as Tremble

9th November,


Raine,

You're in London, really? I wish I could be there. If you go to Alohomocha,  say hi to Emeline for me. She's sent me letters about hanging out with some bloke named Jack, and I can't bother her in person about that. She says he's short, but then again she thinks anyone who is under six feet tall is short.

Thankfully, no one I am close to was hurt. The counselor is our head of Hufflepuff and things have been both less and more chaotic without her around. People are a mess-- there were so many there that our classmates knew. The place is a landmark, Raine. Something's not right about this.  I heard the wireless too, I wonder how right the counselor was. I hope she isn't right. I hope this  doesn't continue but I feel like it will and I don't know how to fix this sort of thing or even if its my place to fix it. I guess I've always had a hard time finding a place or wondering if this is my place. I don't know. I don't know.

I told Eli that you send your love and he offered to kiss me so that I could kiss the page and it would be a kiss from him to you. I don't know how that'd work. I told him to kiss some parchment and send it to you himself. Juni Zamperia is civil to me, we do not talk much but she doesn't act like I've butchered a litter of kittens in front of her anymore.

Is Konstantin nice to you? Do not marry him, it is  a rubbish arrangement. You barely know him and I assure you that no one has a better mustache than Gus.

Defenses are going well. Storm is challenging me in a good way. No one has been splinched and no bones have been broken that I am aware of.  Your tutor in Provence seems either careless, reckless, or very talented.  A mix of all three maybe?

 How long will you be in London?

Fondly,
Zel