Dear Gran,
Well, you may have heard already because she probably wrote home about it the second she got back to her room, but Vic's been Sorted into Gryffindor. Probably the first in a long line of Gryffindor Weasleys and Potters, although I can't say that I'm very surprised. I mean, how could she not be, with her daring outlook on life and her, well, temper? Just kidding, Gran (sort of)! No need to get so prissy. "She's your friend, be nice, yada yada yada." Admit it, Gran! You laughed when you read that part. Or at least smiled. Or...okay, okay. Anyways, fourth year is going well. Nothing unusual has really happened so far. Oh, except on the Express Amelie (that's Charlie's twin sister) and Victoire had a bubble-blowing contest. Yep, you can guess that didn't go well for Amelie. Vic won (obviously). Speaking of Amelie, she was being quite mean to Victoire on the train today. I have no idea why! Vic was brilliant though. She showed her what Weasleys are made of. Anyways, this letter is getting quite long so I'm going to stop now. I hope you're doing well. I miss your tea, the House Elves' aren't nearly as good as yours. (Don't worry, it's not as if we're sneaking down to the kitchens or anything...I mean, that would just be absurd).
Love,
Teddy
P.S. I'm joking! You can put the Howler away. We had tea for breakfast this morning. I know the kitchens are off-limits. Although, considering Grandad was a Hufflepuff too, I'm sure you're not entirely innocent of kitchen trips either...
Dear Uncle Bill (and Aunt Fleur and Dom and Lou),
Hello, everyone! I hope everything is fine back home. Life at Hogwarts has finally started to feel normal after Christmas break.
Don't worry, Uncle Bill! I've been very diligent in watching Victoire and making sure she's feeling at home at school. I don't really need to worry though, she seems to be fitting in fine without me...
Thanks for the ink, by the way! I didn't even realize it changed colour until I started taking notes with it. It's actually kind of like my hair, what a hoot!
I'll talk to you guys later. Dom and Louis can pet and feed Avis-she's really calm.
Love,
Teddy
Dear Harry and Ginny,
Hi! Miss you lots. Can you send me my broom? I left it at home over the Easter hols. Thanks!
Love,
Teddy
Hey Rascals,
First off, DON'T show this to your parents-any of you. You're getting a copy each and I'm good enough at wandwork now to prevent any of you from telling. So don't even thinkabout it. So anyways, back to the story at hand...you lot are going to LOVE this.
Picture this:
Exams have just finished up. It's almost summer. Everyone's restless. It's a Saturday night, it's warm, the sky's clear. There's an announcement about an all-school meeting on the Quidditch pitch. The teachers are confused-no one knew about this. However, everyone goes down. Ends in a spectacular fireworks show! And who's responsible? Five Hufflepuff boys, including Yours Truly. We put on fireworks while flying on broomsticks! My friend's broomstick tail caught on fire, but it was quickly put out with some fast thinking on my part and a good ol' Aguamenti from me. Remember, DON'T tell anyone. Actually, maybe Uncle George should hear about this. He'll really appreciate it-inspiration was drawn from him, after all...
Love,
Teddy
P.S. We didn't even get in that much trouble. The teacher's who've been here a while seemed to be reminiscing about a certain pair of red-headed twins...I even saw McGonagall smiling! But DON'T try this out yourselves when you guys go to Hogwarts. Besides, it's already been done-by me!
P.P.S. You might actually hear about this from Vic...she didn't seem too chuffed at all, and might tell. But still. Don't tell. Besides, the least people who know about it, the better (especially Harry and Ginny). See you soon!
