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You don't know me

Dear, um, you,

It's nice to meet you, or, I suppose, write to you. I'm pretty sure you were given the responsibility of writing the first letter to me, but maybe you forgot about it. Or maybe you just decided that you didn't want to do it. I mean, I can't possibly blame you, not the average homework assignment, is it? When Professor Dumbledore told us that we had to write these letters, well, I thought he was a bit mad. I'm pretty sure he still is...but he's a genius, so I suppose it's alright to always have a little bit of mad in you.

Okay, so since I don't have much to write to you about I suppose I'll just let you know what I know about you. This paper says that your Slytherin, male and a a fifth year. Well I'm a fifth year too, although that's practically the only thing we really have in common. You probably already knew this, if you'd had bothered to look at your assignment, but I'm also in fifth year, but a Gryffindor female.

I honestly don't know what we are supposed to talk about. I take it, since you didn't trouble yourself to compose a letter, you really don't care about your grade. It's either that or you don't have an owl, which would mean you probably would need to borrow one from the school, which isn't so bad. Well even if you don't I do care, so I guess I'll just talk about what this parchment tells me to. Let's see.

Compose a list of questions to ask your pen pal. I think that should be easy enough. What is your favorite spell? Where is your favorite place to shop in Diagon Alley? How many family members do you have? What is your favorite course book? What has been your favorite year so far? Do you have a cat, rat, toad or owl? If so, what is their name? I think that is a good amount of generic questions to ask you. I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but it's hard to talk to somebody that you don't know at all.

I think it's a bit odd, myself, to have to do this in the midst of all that's going on. What with the ministry cutting in, all the accusations at Professor Dumbledore. Speaking of that, can you believe what is going on in Defense Against the Dark Arts class? I suppose I can speak my mind, seeing as how Professor promised that nobody but my pen pal would be reading this. How are we ever going to be able to learn what's going on if were right back to the basics, first year stuff? Something big is coming. Something bad, I can feel it. I'm a bit scared.

From, your Pen Pal

Dear Gryffindor,

"Nice to meet you too," I guess I should say. But then I would be lying. For one, I'm not actually meeting you, and second, I feel no pleasure at all putting my quill to the parchment. I'll just let you know right now that the only reason that I'm really writing to you is because it is almost worth as much as the OWLS are, which I don't understand. I shouldn't really, just another little trick from the muggle loving Dumbledore, as always. By the way, I personally don't think that geniuses are mad...In fact, I think that if anything, that git Dumbledore is anything but a genius. Haven't you heard that rubbish he's spewing? Actually, it's almost funny.

Very good, looks like you can read off of a paper. I'm in the fifth year, that's right, Slytherin and indeed male. It just so happens that I didn't trouble myself with finding out who you are, but now I know that you're a Gryffindor. Isn't that just amazing? This place is overrun with you Gryffindors. In my opinion, those of true pureblood are running out. Before long the whole house of Slytherin might as well die out. In a sense, you could almost say that I am one of the last heirs of true Slytherin tradition. So you see, Gryffindor, you should really feel proud for being able to write to me.

I don't know why you're telling me this. Like I would have any clue what to write either. I'm just surprised that you aren't jumping for joy at every word that comes out of that silver haired fool's mouth like the majority of your house. For your information, I chose not to send you a letter in the hope that you might forget. But it looks like that hope has been lost. Actually, seeing as how nobody is to read these, I don't see why we just write the same words over and over again and send them to each other. That way, neither of us will have to ever write to each other or bother ourselves with something troublesome as this.

Maybe it's because I'm feeling rather generous today. For now I'll play along with this little letter game with you. Alright, questions? Hmph. Fine. I'd tell you my favorite spell, but then you would most likely give me some lecture on the proper and appropriate way to use magic in a safe way, and I certainly don't want that. Diagon Alley is quite a bore but if I must choose from there I guess I would say that I'd spend most of my time wondering around Quality Quidditch Supplies. I have quite a large family history, but I live with my mom and dad. Favorite course book? What sort of bloody question is that? I don't care about my course books. So far I've liked this year, things are actually happening, wouldn't you say so? I do have an owl, a black screech owl to be exact. Honestly I don't think that I have ever named it anything, as I'm far too busy. So for now let's just call it Salathzar, that's a great name. If that is your idea of being rude then you are far too nice for your own good.

That's brave talk for a Gryffindor. Sure, the ministry is cutting in a bit at Hogwarts, but it's long past expected. It was all going downhill anyways, the headmaster being in such a state of craziness (not as if it's worse then usual, just more obvious to even you Griffies). In my opinion I think I've learned more than I have in any other year so far just this year, particularly from Umbridge. Far more brilliant than last Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. Much better then Remus Lupin, for example. Ha! What a joke he was. No wonder he left the school. He couldn't stand the shame.

From, me