September 13

Dear Tom,

Just so you know, I'm fine. But I don't feel like -

Were you sick?

No. I went to the loo and bent over, but nothing came out.

So good of you to give me the details. I was… so worried.

Well don't be, I'm fine. Percy said I looked worn out at breakfast this morning. He's worse than Mum. Just because I didn't sleep well.

Didn't you?

I tossed and turned. I don't know why. And then when I finally got to sleep I had that nightmare I told you about, and woke right up again.

The one in which something is behind you?

It was so vivid, Tom. It was awful.

There there. Perhaps a distraction. We could go -

I don't want to be distracted. I wanted to talk to Ron. But he's busy. He's always busy. I tried getting his attention away from Harry and Hermione because I didn't want to whinge in front of Harry, but the three of them looked like I'd interrupted something and Ron waved me off. He's just sour because he had detention last night. I don't care if he did burp slugs. He's a git.

It will help you to write about it -

I don't feel like writing. Bye.