6/18/76
Dear Remus,
It hasn't even been a day and already I've been locked up in my room. Apparently eating breakfast and discussing French poetry with Regulus is no longer allowed. Who knew? I certainly didn't. It seems that Mother is the only one who knows what's "right" and "wrong" these days. Even Father thought that it was a perfectly acceptable conversation to be having. I think that this just goes to show that men are only on this planet for women to torture. That's why I like you, Moony. You've got bits, you understand me, you let me be obnoxious, and you've got bits. Oops. Looks like I've said you've got bits twice. Very nice bits… anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you should be careful if you reply to this, because there's no guarantee that I'll be the once who receives it. Basically, send letters at night. Also (because I moved the piano to my room) I composed a new song for you. I'll play it for you when we get back to school.
I hope you're doing well at home with your parents. Good thing this month's full moon was before school ended, yeah?
All my love,
Sirius
