Thoughts
Speaking
Letters
Hermione's POV
'We wish you a merry Christmas...' The sounds of Christmas music drifted through rooms of her apartment, as she entered the longe.
Tap, Tap, TapTapTap. An owl rested outside my window with a letter attached to its leg. Immediately I hurried over and opened the window to allow the extravagant bird in. After removing the letter, and feeding it a treat, the Great Grey Owl swooped away into the night sky.
Breaking the Ministry's seal, I unraveled the letter:
Dear Miss Granger,
As head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, you are invited to attend the official Ministry Ball.
The ball will be held on Friday 25th April, at the Main Hall in the British Ministry of Magic. Please arrive at noon to help with the final organizations.
Please RSVP to London Ministry of Magic, Whitehall, London, England, Great Britain. Thank you.
Yours truly,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic
"Well blow me down; another bloody ball to promote the safety of all from magical creatures! UGH!" I grumbled, "Ever since that one incident where those bloody school kids insulted a hippogriff." Just like god-damned Malfoy!
Collapsing onto my leather recliner, I started to pen my reply.