Prompt: write a 100-word letter to your family.

Dear Father,

As I'm sure the wrackspurts have already told you, I've been Sorted into Ravenclaw! The Sorting Hat was very impressed with how my mind is compartmentalised, although it said that perhaps it is not nice to comment on how frayed it looks. I didn't mean to insult it, I just wanted it to know that I understand!

I'm still wearing my butterbeer-cork necklace, you know, the one that Mum made me. Sometimes I think I can hear her, but that's probably the Grey Lady. She haunts the Tower, did you know? She talks to me sometimes. It's fascinating. She always looks so sad, though. I made her a bracelet out of lavender and she smiled at me. I wish she could actually wear it.

Well, it's nearly time for Astronomy again. Did you know, you aren't supposed to hold your telescope upside-down? I don't know why, but Professor Sinistra seemed quite irate with me when I did it last week.

I can't wait to see you at Christmas, I'm sure I'll have loads of things to tell you by then!

All my love,

Luna