Dear Peter,
Yeah, the topic was specifically about animals. Because I think it's pretty clear what the difference is between turning something into a teacup and being an animagus . Unless people could turn in to teacups at will. Actually, that'd be kinda cool. Oh no, someone is coming, I have to hide quick. Oh I know, I'll just turn into a harmless teacup. I'll hide right in plain sight. No one will notice me!
Anyway, not much else is going on as far as classes go, you had just caught me at a heavy week when I wrote my last letter. We're learning about antidotes to uncommon poisons in potions, and I normally don't like potions, (I mean, how could I? It's taught by Professor Snape) but we're doing a lot of this unit by homework, and I actually find it kinda interesting…
That was sorta a scary dream Peter… I don't usually have such detailed dreams like that, but sometimes I go to bed with my socks on, and then they annoy me, so half asleep, I pull them off and roll them in a ball. I find them in my bed later and sometimes… for a second, or even for a while, practically dreaming… I think it's you. It makes me feel weird sometimes when I wake up, I mean not like necessarily sad, because our situation is what it is, but strange and empty. Sometimes I think it takes me longer to wake up, just because I don't want admit to myself that you're not really here.
I've gotta go. I hope you don't have any more nightmares… I love you.
-Ron