Dear Teddy,
I don't understand how you made it through your seventh year without going completely insane. There's so much work. Would you be able to write some essays for me? Please. I also need to start thinking about what I want to do after Hogwarts. I said a healer at career help two years ago, but now I'm not so sure. I'd need to see what other jobs I can even take with the classes I'm taking. Or maybe I could just get a Muggle job, like a veterinarian, or something.
Halloween was beautiful here, as always, but now that that's over, Christmas! Finally. I can't wait to see you at the Burrow. You are coming, right? It's Christmas. You'd better be coming.
Louis told Dom and I something a bit big the other night, but he doesn't want anybody else to know until he's ready. I really want to tell you though.
If I told you, would you not write it to anyone else?
Louis thinks he's gay. So far he's told Dom and I, but he didn't want us to tell anybody else yet. He wasn't ready. Oh, see, now I feel awful even just writing that... Please don't tell anybody. He'll kill me. He scares me when he's angry. His rage holds all the power of a wildfire, even though he's tiny. He said he has a boyfriend, but he absolutely refuses to tell us who it is.
Speaking of boyfriends, I may be reading to much into this, but Albus and Scorpius have become friendly with each other. Really friendly. I mean, they are only eleven, but still. I'm pretty sure I've seen expressions on Scorpius's face not all that different than expressions on mine when I was eleven. I'm spying on them though, I swear.
I love your pictures, they're beautiful. I've hung them up above my bed and Alisa is calling me obsessed with you. She's not exactly wrong, though. Where are you now? I'm glad you're waiting to visit France so you can go with me. Having tried to teach you French, you'll need me.
Angelika has been telling me and Alisa about Greek mythology, I think just to distract us from homework, but it's fascinating. And a bit gross. Lots of incest. There are also children of the gods, which I absolutely love the idea of. I think I would be the daughter of the love goddess, Aphrodite. I think you would be a son of Zeus, the king of the gods. Or Hermes, the god of thieves. Because you stole my heart.
I'm sorry.
I think I'm going to wrap up here because charms is about to end and I've been writing this the entire class.
I love you so much, don't ever forget that.
Many kisses,
Victoire
Word count: 502
Also for the Quidditch pitch, using the prompt 'Her rage held all the power of a wildfire.' (changed it to 'His rage holds all the power of a wildfire')
