Dear Dad,
Life at Hogwarts tough but it's really awesome too. I'm doing OK in all the classes. DADA's my favorite though. The lessons are really cool and they're fun. Unlike History of Magic. I mean, seriously Dad, what's the point of knowing who Fibeous Argelwards is? It's not like we're related or anything! Charms and Herbology are OK and Professor Longbottom (It feels weird not calling him 'Uncle Neville') is really cool. He may be strict but he's definitely the best teacher we've got. Professor McGonagal doesn't want to admit it but me and Fred both know that we're her favorites.
Fred and I made another friend. Her name is Emily Browning and she's great, Dad! I mean, yeah, she was a pain the butt before but she proved to be cool when she helped us get away with flooding the toilet. Don't worry, Dad. Nobody was hurt and please don't tell Mom!
I am going to admit one thing, though. I miss you guys. I miss Mom and her cooking, I miss Albus and his whining and I miss Lily and her hugs. But most of all, Dad, I miss you. In the hallways, random students I don't know would just come up to me to shake my hand just because I'm your son. And it does get irritating at times but it reminds me of how proud I've always been to have you as my father and now that I don't see you everyday, it feels weird.
You've been my hero since forever, Dad, and I love you. Tell Mom I miss her and Albus and Lily that I'll bring them back a toilet seat. Tell Grandma that I'm fine and that Hogwarts feeds me well. Tell Granddad that Emily gave me a mobile phone and I'll give it to him when I get back. Tell everyone I love and miss them. And tell Albus I'll punch his face if he made fun of me for getting sentimental.
Your son,
James Sirius Potter
P.S. Expect a toilet seat in 5 days…
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