September 1st, 1971, 2:57 a.m.

I can't sleep. Darn it all! I am excited, yet I am very scared.

My brain, however ridiculous it is, keeps saying, 'Study! Study! Study more! They aren't going to accept you if you aren't smart enough, and they will reject you and kick you out!'

Of course, as my mother is a witch, I know all about the Sorting at Hogwarts, and the Houses, so I know that I won't be rejected.

I am still scared though.

I might be in Ravenclaw, as I study constantly and am already practicing small spells with my wand.

What was that? Oh no! I knocked over my lamp, and it echoed!

I can hear my mother moving slowly towards my room… I have to go.

Sincerely but rushed,

Remus J. Lupin

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Short, short I know.

I will give the disclaimer to be safe. I don't own Harry Potter. Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out.

~4Eva