A/N: In order to read this story, you must first go read Notes, and then go read Letters, or it will not make sense.

Key:

James: Bold

Scorpius: Bold Italics

Lily: Italics

Albus: Normal

Serge: Underlined

Where's your brother?

Oooh, worried?

No. Wondering if I'll get to try out the hex that I've wanted to use all summer.

Why so uptight? Got a crush?

Why so curious? Got a crush?

That made no sense. And a crush on Scorpius? That's dirty, dirty incest.

Yes. I realize.

Anyway, he's with Albus, Rose, and Sophie.

Rose?

Jealous?

Talking you up to her, is he?

I don't like her, you know that.

Yeah… One quick question…

Shoot.

Are you gay?

Oh my Merlin.

What?

You've finally lost your mind.

What? It was an honest question! I mean, you're fourteen, and you've never had a girlfriend! You've never even liked anyone! There's a lot of evidence against you, my dear.

I've liked plenty. They just all like Scorpius. Hence no girlfriend.

Ah. I see. Like who?

Uh…

Serge? Are you alright?

Yeah. Fine. I'm not telling you, you knowing is good enough proof that that I'm not an uphill gardener.

Sorry, without names, you have no proof.

It's nothing, she moved before she could come here, but I almost asked her out a couple times…

Name?

Jenny.

Not helping your case here, darling.

Jennifer Knight, hence the name Jenny. That answer your question?

No, honey. It really doesn't.

Well, we hung out the whole summer before first year, Scorpius kept calling me "Jenny's Knight." Except right before she moved she told Scorpius that she was in love with him.

Hang on a moment…

Sure.

You know, because I really have nothing better to do.

Actually, I really don't.

Lily?

What would you say if I told you that I lo-

Back.

Hey.

Your brother told me otherwise. Your Jenny story is a farce, you dirty liar.

Okay, okay. Maybe she didn't say she loved him.

So you're bisexual. I should've known.

Haha, you're so funny. You should be a comedian.

Why, thank you.

And, no, I'm not bi. I like girls.

Like who?

No one at the moment… anyway, moving on!

What do you think is up with James and Addie? I mean, her excuse was so dumb. Sexual Tension Tornado, my arse.

Ha! They probably wanted a quieter spot.

Either that, or they wanted to owl the very nice man with his very big net to come for you.

Nah. They wanted a private place to snog each other's lips off.

Ew! That would be my brother and my best friend! Those are mental images that I did NOT need! You know, sort of like the mental images Sophie likes to plant in my head of you snogging me.

Um…

It's completely disgusting.

Uh, haha, yeah, stupid friends.

Yeah…

A-anyway, what's up with Scorpius and Rose?

Meaning?

Like, three weeks after the two of you broke up, they started writing like mad. And now he's talking to her on the train.

Are you hurting me intentionally, or is your brain just seriously not connected to your mouth?

Oh, sorry. Didn't know that you weren't over him. It's just that they have been spending a lot of time together…

Yeah, why don't you go ahead and twist the knife in deeper. Malfoy, we broke up a month ago! Do you honestly expect me to be over him by now?

I guess not, sorry. Can I ask you a question?

Depends on the question.

Did you love him? Like, really love him?

Just not THAT question. Why do you ask?

No reason, just want to know how I can analyze this happenstance.

Fine. Yes, of course I did. I still might. Although I've learned not to rely on my feelings for guidance. They just steered me into a broken heart before. Who's to say that they won't again?

Yes, well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's try to get you back on your high horse. I hate seeing you moping like this. It just isn't you.

My high horse?

Well, actually, I don't really know if you even have a horse, let alone its debatable height.

Depends. Did you put James's imaginary pony on drugs?

Yes, yes I did.

Shame on you. That was just plain cruel. We're nearing Hogwarts, though, so I'm going to stop writing now.

Okay, I'll see you at the feast, my lovely little pumpkin seed. Or… whatever kind of seed you'd like to be.

A/N: Ok, Emm, I know what you're going to say, so I'm going to say it for you. "Were we high?" There. Happy? Anyway, the first person to guess (Emmy Higgs, don't you dare) who Serge likes gets a virtual Serge plushie!

~Lise