A/N: Welcome back! This is the 3rd volume of my Harry Potter fic centered around Oliver Wood's younger sister Maisie. If you haven't read the first or second parts ("You Might Belong In Hufflepuff" and "Just and Loyal"), I'd highly recommend doing so before you dive into "Hufflepuffs Are True." There will be a lot of teenage awkwardness and drama in this one, so brace yourselves. I'm having so much fun writing these, so I hope y'all are enjoying them. Feedback is always appreciated.

Dear Harry Potter,

Ron mentioned that you don't get the Daily Prophet, so I thought you might like an update on the goings-on the British and Irish Quidditch League:

The Holyhead Harpies crushed the Chudley Cannons last week—three hundred and fifty to thirty. The Harpies are the only all-female team in the League. Even their biggest players are smaller than most male players, so it speaks to how truly shitty the Cannons are that the Harpies were able to beat them—and you can tell Ron I said so! I don't know why he supports the Cannons; nobody else in his family does. Oliver and I like Puddlemere United, but they haven't had a great season either. They beat the Kenmare Kestrels, but only by twenty points. The Kestrels' Seeker caught the Snitch, but he knocked the Puddlemere Seeker into the stands to do it, so Puddlemere got a penalty after the Snitch was caught, which I'd never heard of before. It increased the win by ten points, but Puddlemere is still near the bottom of the League. Ah, well—we still have most of the season ahead of us! I'm including photos from the Prophet so you can see. The Puddlemere Seeker's crash was truly spectacular.

That's all for this week. I'll keep you posted, if you like. Hope you're having a better summer than last.

All the best,

Maisie Wood

Dear Mays,

If you like John Steinbeck, you might like Scott Fitzgerald. Mum says Fitzgerald's books give you a good picture of the American "Jazz Age." I remember Kettleburn saying that Newt Scamander was in America around that time. Can you imagine the writer of our favorite textbook in a jazz club?! I can't. I'm sending you a copy of Pride and Prejudice, which is my all-time favorite book. I really hope you like it!

I'm glad you're talking to Cedric again. He's a good guy, and you wouldn't want Quidditch to be awkward. We need you in top shape to beat Gryffindor! Hamish and I have a broomstick now, and we've found a remote place to practice flying. Hamish wants to play for Ravenclaw. I'm going to try out for the Hufflepuff team again, though I don't expect to make it. Maybe seventh year. You or Bry will be Captain, and you'll let me on the team, right? (Picture me winking. Don't laugh. I can definitely wink.)

I've spent most of the summer doing catchup work. Sprout got me and Justin special permission from the Ministry to practice charms and such over the summer. Hamish wanted me to age us up so we could go to the pub, but we don't do human Transfiguration until N.E.W.T. level.

When I first woke up in June, I was really scared, remembering what the monster looked like and freaking out over how much time had passed. Then I was sad, because I lost a few months of my life that I'll never get back. But now, I'm mad at Slytherin's monster for making me miss time with you. We'll have to make up for it this year!

Can't wait to see you! Hope you're having a good summer.

Love,

Pip

Dearest Daisy,

I write to you from the exotic reaches of the Egyptian desert, where rolling dunes stretch to the horizon like waves on the sea. (Didn't know I was a poet, did you?) It's hot as Hades here; the entire Weasley clan is sporting impressive sunburns. Mum uses the Sun-blocking Charm, but Dad bought Muggle sunscreen, and Fred and I have been using that instead.

You should see some of the weird shit that Egyptian wizards cooked up to guard the Pharaohs' tombs. It's gruesome. Mum won't let Ginny see some of it, which makes Ginny mad, as I'm sure you can imagine. Ron looks a bit green sometimes, but he doesn't want us to think he's scared, so he comes in anyway. Bill knows exactly what each curse is, and what it does, but he won't tell us how to cast any of it. I think Mum has sworn him to silence. Can't have Freddie giving Towler an extra head, can we?

I miss playing Quidditch with you in the orchard. You're working on your underhand shot, aren't you? It's always been your weak point as a Beater, and Watson never corrected it. It's a good thing your ex-boyfriend is Captain this year; maybe he can help you out.

What have you been reading? How does the garden look? Mum keeps asking, but I told her it's a lost cause—there will always be gnomes—but she hasn't given up yet. We're counting on you to maintain order, Mays.

See you soon!

Georgie

Dear Maisie,

I've a prefect! I screamed when I opened the letter. I honestly can't believe it. I thought I'd gotten too many detentions. This means you have to keep in line this year, Mays. I will no longer turn a blind eye to rule-breaking, nor can I in good conscience participate. (That first part was a joke. I won't report you unless you do something stupid right in front of me.) I wrote to Jimmy, thinking he'd be one, too—but it's Jasper! I'm dreading doing patrol with him, Mays, he doesn't talk to me at all.

Because I made prefect, Mum and Dad bought me a Nimbus Two Thousand and One! Have you seen the new Firebolt? I'd've loved one of those, but they're expensive. My sister Fiona's a Squib, so they have to pay to send her to a good Muggle school. Our neighbor has been helpful; Mum asked her where's a good place, because Fi didn't get into the traditional family school (which is true). So now Mum has a Muggle friend, which I never expected. Mum's pureblood, and her whole family's Slytherin, but Mum was in Ravenclaw and Dad's a half-blood, so of course she's not a complete bigot like Pucey and his lot.

Anyway, I hope you're doing well. I saw the Weasleys in the paper. I'm so jealous the twins get to go abroad. I've always wanted to travel. Maybe we can go somewhere after we finish at Hogwarts, if neither of us is drafted to a Quidditch team.

All my love,

Bryony

Dear Maisie,

How are you? Your last letter hardly said anything. Are things awkward with Cedric? I hope not. How's the garden look? The honeysuckle should be blooming about now. Let me tell you, Mays: throwing gnomes is actually a great Beater drill. It increases the strength of the arms and improves the aim. Don't laugh; I swear I'm not joking. Make sure you throw them with both hands, underhand and overhand.

George and I bought your birthday present, but I'm not going to tell you what it is. No begging, either, or sulking at me with those big green eyes. You must suffer in silence. You will either love it or hate it, and either reaction is good with us!

You're never going to believe this, but I've been working on my homework while we're here. I can picture your surprised face. The curses Egyptian wizards used on the tombs are a gold mine of Transfiguration spells. This might be the longest essay I've ever written. McGonagall better be impressed—I definitely "exceeded expectations" this time. How's yours coming along? Don't give yourself a headache over it, Mays. Transfiguration isn't as complicated as you think it is.

Who are the prefects for your House? Georgie and I aren't prefects (big surprise). I've got this horrible, sinking feeling it's Kenneth Towler for Gryffindor. That would make it a fair fight, though: my brains against his authority. Don't laugh, Mays—just because I don't apply myself in class doesn't mean I'm not as clever as you or Bryony.

Do you remember that day in Hogsmeade, when we were talking about fake wands? George and I have been working to improve on the Zonko's model and I think you'll get a laugh out of what we've come up with. We have lots of other ideas, too. I can't wait to tell you all about them when we see you.

This letter is longer than I meant it to be, but there's one more thing: I finished the Swiss Family Robinson. I think it's my favorite Muggle book to date. It's long, and dry, but I loved it. Muggles know so much about flora and fauna! It's incredible! I see your point, Mays, about sharing knowledge with Muggles. We could have a lot to teach each other, but I still don't think we should reveal magic to Muggles. I don't think they'd handle it well.

On a cheerier note: Harry's birthday is this week. Ron bought him a Pocket Sneakoscope. Bill said it's cheaply made rubbish for tourists, because it kept going off during dinner. Little did he know that I'd put beetles into his soup—the spit-take when he realized what he was eating was truly spectacular. Sprayed Percy and Ron full in the face. The best part was that everyone laughed—Mum and Dad—even Percy! I don't remember the last time I saw Percy really laugh. It was amazing.

Hope you're good, Mays. See you soon.

Fred