Draco (as we are clearly now on first name terms),
First year students were assigned their third year "Big Siblings" on the first morning of term, and then the first two periods were cancelled so that they could become acquainted. When I left them to it, Emma was sat with Mia at the Gryffindor table (your daughter, of course, being a Gryffindor), but Mia later fetched help from Professor Cooke (Potions, Head of Hufflepuff House), when Emma began hyperventilating and having a panic attack, saying she wanted her mother, and to go home. As I understand it, she has never been away from home before, and coming to a school so far from home, within a magical world she didn't even know existed until a few short weeks ago, proved altogether too much for her. Professor Cooke managed to calm her down, and elicited an agreement to give Hogwarts a go, and she has settled in well since then, forming a friendship with a muggle born girl in her dormitory, a feisty young lady by the name of Matilda. I feel Matilda will prove a good friend for Emma, drawing her out of herself somewhat, and in turn, Emma will steady Matilda, who is what could be characterised as a typical Gryffindor; one who acts first and thinks later. I apologise if you believe that we have been talking about Emma like an object rather than a person, and I will endeavour to correct this in our future correspondence. And I thought your father had disowned you?
With regards to my childhood, I cannot really objectively assess it against any benchmarks, as it was the only childhood I had. However, it was difficult, going to visit my parents, who never really knew me as their son, just as a random person who came to visit them occasionally. Birthdays and Christmases were always marked with (or should that be marred by?) visits to St Mungo's, although it often seemed pointless, since they could not recognise me. The only gift I ever received from either of them was gum wrappers from my mother.
I fear you may have got the wrong end of the stick regarding my comment about the pleasurability or otherwise of our correspondence; either that or you are doing what you have so often accused me: pulling my leg. I too, do not "swing that way", as you so eloquently put it. And I too am married, also most happily so.
Yours Truly,
Neville
P.S. Is that why you felt it necessary to go out and impregnate a random muggle woman?
P.P.S. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends. Also, one word: Nagini.
P.P.P.P.S. They are mildly amusing.
P.P.P.P.P.S. I believe I should not. And I thought only Death Eaters called him "The Dark Lord".
