Author's Disclaimer: Everyone writing back and forth belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. I mean no harm, just having a little fun with them.
Author's Note: I was bored and started writing. I'll try to keep everyone at least mostly in character. Unless I get a mega-burst of creative inspiration, there probably will be no plot, just pages of rambling. This is your first and only warning (hehe).
"Correspondence"30 June
Dear Ron,
Hello, how are things? I hope your summer is going well so far and that everything is okay with everyone.
My parents and I went to an outdoor music festival last weekend. There were loads of really good artists there, but I don't think you'd know of any of them. Have you heard of a group called Coldplay? They're pretty popular, but I don't know if the wizard stations play Muggle music. Anyway, they played a song called "Yellow" and it didn't really have anything to do with you I suppose, but it reminded me of that spell you tried to do on Scabbers (the dirty rat. . .) on the train to Hogwarts our first year. I also got really sunburned, you'd probably laugh if you saw me. I'm sure there's something in one of our schoolbooks that heals burns, but I don't know if brewing potions constitutes breaking the Restriction for Underage Wizardry. Mum probably wouldn't like the smell, anyway. So it's the same old waiting until it stops hurting, I guess. Until then I just have to suffer looking like a crazy-haired lobster.
Do you know yet what you're getting Harry for his birthday? I can't think of anything! He had such a horrible year (well, we all did, but Harry especially) that I wanted to get him something nice that would make him really happy. I just have no idea though. I feel so bad for him. I mean, I know he doesn't want us to feel sorry for him, but it's really not good for him to keep things all bottled up the way he does. I wish he would talk to me. I think it'd be really good if he had someone to talk to, and you're his best friend, Ron! I know he has to be upset about Sirius, but he won't talk to me about it, he needs you right now even if he acts like he doesn't. PLEASE write him and try to get him to talk to you about it. And find out what he wants for his birthday while you're at it.
I really have no idea how I'm supposed to sent this to you, now that I think of it. Maybe I can convince one of my parents to take me to Diagon Alley sometime next week, I'm sure there are owls for public use there. Or I'll just have to wait and see if you send Pig first. Although I must admit, if you already have a letter on its way to me, I'd really be surprised! I'll put this aside for now though. I'm going to start on my Transfiguration essays, and I hope you're also paying at least as much attention to your homework as I'm sure you're practicing Quidditch, though based on your attitude about all that in summers past, I'd venture to guess that all your books are still at the bottom of your trunk. That's all right though, I suppose. You wouldn't be Ron if you didn't leave everything until the last minute.
Love from,
Hermione