A/N: This is for the Owlery challenge in Hogwarts Houses challenges. My partner is Fire. We're writing letters between a muggleborn and their mother during marauders era.

Drabble Club: cauldron

Quidditch Pitch: Armchair

Final word count: 528 (fanfiction)

Mother,

You do not need to worry. Although my house is prejudice against me because I'm a muggleborn,I assure you that I can handle it. I am handling it. Besides, I'm unique by being a muggleborn in Slytherin. I feel honored.

There is a boy here, Regulus, we've entered into a competition. He's in my house and we've changed each other. He thinks purebloods are the best at magic because of their blood status and I'm determined to prove him wrong. I will prove that anybody can be great at magic and a person's birth has nothing to do with it! But besides that, he actually seems pretty nice. I think perhaps despite our competition, we'll become friends.

There's another boy, Severus, he doesn't live that far from is. A couple neighborhoods away at the most, and he wants to be friends, but I'm not so sure. I know you taught me to try and make friends with everyone, but there's something about him, something dark. He himself doesn't seem like an awful person, though he's helping show that blood status means nothing because he's brilliant and only a halfblood, it's just that...I feel darkness of some kind emanating from him. He also smells and never wears matching clothing.

I've only been here a week so far, and haven't decided about the workload yet. It's definitely rigorous and I'm a bit out of my element, but it's thrilling. I've been so engrossed by everything going on. My favorite class so far is Transfiguration. Unlike Regulus, I managed to successfully turn a match into a needle! (I've included it in the envelope, be careful not to prick yourself!) All of my reading before class helped immensely. Transfiguration is so precise. I can't stand History of Magic though. I would have thought a ghost professor would make for an interesting class, but it couldn't be father from the truth. He drones on and on and on in a very monotone voice, and nearly everyone falls asleep within the first thirty minutes.

Potions is so interesting, but very dangerous. A couple of students have already blown up their cauldrons. It's both funny and terrifying. I've noticed Severus doing his a bit differently, and as he's my partner, I'm a little scared because doing something wrong can result in dangerous results. But so far, he's actually the best in the class. I'll have to ask him for assistance.

I'm so happy for father. Please give him a hug for me! And I'm so happy that you're happy to find another job! I know I drove you crazy in that house always asking if you needed something!

Our first exams are coming up next week, and I have to study like crazy. Aside from Transfiguration, I'm only average in the rest of the classes and I need to beat Regulus. Because of this, I do need to go. I love you too mom! And don't worry, I'm perfectly safe here.

Your loving son,

Noah! (The muggleborn Slytherin)

P. S. The armchairs here are so comfy. I think they're spelled that way. Either way, I think I'd almost sleep in them if I could.