Dear Peter,

Ugh, Hermione already has a date for the Ball, eh, don't even get me started on that. But I'm not taking it too seriously, it's everybody else. This really is just what's expected. I know we, as students create these standards, but they still exist, they are my peers. Don't get me wrong Peter, if I could turn the world upside down and I could somehow take you and it wouldn't be weird then I would. But it's like you said, the universe wont bend to either of us. But it doesn't matter, the Yule Ball is just going to be cruddy, no matter who I go with, it's just all weird. My mum sent me these horrid robes that look like an old woman's night gown. Don't worry about it. I'll just muscle through this stupid thing.

Now Peter, I appreciate the sentiment as you called it, but I think you misinterpreted what I was trying to tell you. I guess I was being self-centered when I assumed you were asking about what I wanted for Christmas in case you would be able to get me something, but Peter, when I said all I want for Christmas is you, I was asking you. I was asking for you. I want to see you, like in person. Couldn't we do that? Isn't there some way? Oh, it would be such a gift. I want to see my rat. I miss you so much. There's gotta be a way, hasn't there? Please respond quickly.

-Ron