Chapter One
Dear Sirius,
How are you? I'd promised to write as much as I could, and here you are! A letter on the first day of the holidays! I am sending this via Hoot with much difficulty; my parents think I am doing homework, and Hoot is making a racket as usual.
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss our midnight strolls(and pranks). They were starting to, kind of, grow on me. I have already started on the Potions essay, and am almost done with Transfiguration. I need to add a lot of other points on the Transfiguration essay, but it will become about two and a half inches too long. Do you think McGonagall will mind? I invented something - purely by accident - called Choc-Shock. It tastes awesome, but will glue your lips together for three days. Thought you and Prongs might use it for some pranks. Oh Merlin! I am becoming too much like you both now! You're an awful influence on me. I wish Prongs' cloak was still with me. Wouldn't mind turning invisible to escape mollycoddling parents! Is your family still giving you a hard time? You can tell one of us if they are, we can help you out. Remember to write to Zora ( or whatever your present girlfriend's name is. I honestly can't keep track.) By the way, did you know that Wendelin the Weird allowed herself to be caught by the Muggle authorities as a witch at least 47 times, so that she could enjoy the sensation of being burnt? ( add this in Binns' essay).
I know you haven't started your essays yet, so here's a warning - I will not let you copy them off me, I simply won't! Oh, and your detention with Flitwick falls during the match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Enjoy being killed by Prongs and McGonagall!
Love,
Moony.