(AN Do not own Harry Potter again thanks to Azaelia Silmarwen for betaing this chapter)
July 4, 2001
Dear Harry,
Yeah, well, we did not know Teddy would react that way to the tube either, so it is not your fault.
Ron and I are going to the Burrow for supper. I think everyone is going to be there from Mr and Mrs Weasley to Ginny.
It is raining here, a heavy downpour, but in a way that is good because the flowers need it, the grass too, come to think of it. We have been in a drought since we came back.
Did you get the job as a busboy? I hope you did, not that you really need to work, but I guess it keeps you out of trouble.
Work is busy as normal. Ron got called out last night because there was a riot over in Whitechapel where a group of want to be Death Eaters started blasting stores and cars and what not, causing Muggles to panic. It took five memory charms and a lot of clean up, but no one was hurt too badly, so that's a good thing.
How is the roommate?
Well, I have to go. Ron is getting on me to hurry up or we are going to be late.
Write soon.
Love from,
Hermione
July 16, 2001
New York City, New York
Dear Ron and Hermione,
I'm doing fine. I did get the busboy job, so now I'm a busboy. My first day is tomorrow should be fun.
I think I scared John, my roommate, last night. I was having a nightmare and, well, you know what happens when I have a nightmare. Anyway, let's just say he will not be coming into my room to wake me up any more, not unless he has a death wish.
John is an interesting roommate. He has an odd since of humour. He seems to think it funny to tell new people moving into the building that it is haunted. He will then go to their door, in the middle of the night, and knock really loud before running. Sometimes he will climb on the fire escape, pound on the windows and scare the tenants. I don't think he will be staying very long if he keeps it up.
Last night we had a bad thunder storm and the power was out for most of the night. If you ever want to feel like the world is about to end, you should see New York City dead quiet. I'm sure there were backup generators, but they did not kick in for some reason, anyway, that was a sight.
On the 4th I got invited to a barbecue at my friend, Pickworth - yes that really is his name. It was pretty fun. They asked me where I went to school over in England and I had to do some quick thinking saying that I attended Eton. That got them on a discussion of Princes Harry and William, and if I ever saw them while I was at school. I told them that they were both a few years older than me, so I never really saw them except for assembly. I kept my fingers crossed that they bought it and a promise to myself that I would look up Eton as soon as I could, so I could answer questions about it.
Anyway, at this little get together, I met a girl. Her name is Charlotte, but everyone calls her Lottie. Anyway, we talked for about an hour about, get this, cooking. She was telling me the best way to make devilled eggs. Funny, no?
Anyway I better get off to bed, busy day tomorrow.
Write when you can.
Your friend,
Harry