Dear Mother and Father,

My girlfriend splinched me and now I'm dead,

Sincerely,

Your Son,

Draco.

Like that'd be a happy letter to write.

"Come on, Draco," Astoria whined, "Have a little faith in me, won't you?"
"I can apparate myself," I said defensively. She laughed.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't waste your energy, little one," She teased. She grabbed me and apparated in a second. My head felt squashy and I winced in pain as we went through the black corridor you pass through when you apparate.

"Have I got all my limbs?" I asked her. She giggled.

"Clothes, Draco!"