August 2

Dear Harry,

Hermione asked me to be her Maid of Honor! I said yes of course. And isn't it a wedding tradition that the job of the Maid of Honor to make all of the wedding preparations? Last time that I checked, it was. But does Mum pay any attention to wedding traditions? No, absolutely not. Well, that might be an overstatement. She was very adamant about making sure there was something borrowed, blue, old, and new, (and you should have heard Ron's girly scream when Mum walked in on him and Hermione doing... well you know) but does she even take into account the opinion of the person who is actually supposed to be planning the whole event? No. Well, that was my rant for the day. At least she is considering Hermione's opinion; it is she who is getting married.

I went down the Quidditch pitch where the tryouts for the Harpies are going to be, and let me tell you that it makes Hogwarts' pitch look like a trash dump. Everything is polished to where you can see yourself in it; the keeper could probably do her hair while she was on her broom, although I certainly wouldn't advise that. The grass is even charmed to not grow any higher so they don't have to cut it during practices. I don't know about you, but I had several detentions involving cutting the Quidditich pitch grass at Hogwarts. No magic allowed. Yep, those were the fun days.

Ha! I got you! You say that you can't tell me where you are, but I got your last letter, which was dated August 1. If I got your letter in a day, then you obviously can't be that far from here. And speaking of your last letter, you can't be serious when you mean to petition the Auror's office for not making you go on missions. I mean, it is part of the job description. You aren't always going to be able to just apparate in, stick the bad guy in the eye, and disapperate out. Life doesn't work like that. Even though I miss you terribly, we can make your job and mine work. If I make the Harpies, I will probably have to travel to games in different countries. We can make our jobs and our marriage work at the same time.

When are you coming home? If you don't know, please find out. Then I can at least count down the days until I get to see you again.

Love,

Ginny

August 2

Dear Ginny,

Well finally. Ron and Hermione are getting married; I thought I was going to have to lock them in a room until they came out engaged. They are both so stubborn; it's a wonder they even got together without anyone setting them up. During your fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts the sexual tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and then Ron started dating Lavender Brown, which made the two hate each other, which then caused Hermione to date McLaggen... The things that their stubbornness has caused are innumerable.

I'm so glad that you are getting better at Quidditch, and of course your brothers are going to help. That's what brothers are for. Of course I would help too, but seeing as I'm currently unavailable, I will cheer you on from afar, although I do think I will be able to make your Harpie tryouts.

Something kind of funny happened today. We were in an abandoned warehouse (I can't tell you why of course) and Johnson (He's a coworker of mine) accidentally drops his wand. Now I'm sure you've seen a wizard or witch drop their wand; usually, nothing happens, right? I don't know if it was the adrenaline of the job, or if he was just nervous, but when his wand hit the floor it cast a spell on him. Nothing seemed to happen, so we continued to go back with the mission. When we got back to camp, we decided to test our poker faces. So we went around the circle and told something that could be the truth or a lie. When we got around to Johnson, he said that he had convinced two twin sisters to share his bed one time, and that was when his trousers ignited. There's a muggle phrase, I don't know if you've heard it, but it says "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" After we had ousted his flaming trousers, I told the phrase to my team. They laughed and declared Johnson a liar.

I only wish that you had been there laughing with me. I miss you so much.

Love,

Harry