My dearest Cedric,

I believe I will now, forevermore, address you in a manner fitting of an Austen novel in our owls.

...And Steve and Harry, if you are there, hello to you both. A separate letter for both of you has been sent as well! Enclosed is also a collection of the most luxurious French pastries I could trust to survive the owl flight to England. A helpful witch at the witching bakery here (if you can believe it) placed a stasis charm and a lightning charm, so hopefully, Lackadaisy wasn't completely bogged down. Please share, boys.

Cedric, the thirteen eclairs are all yours, however.

Anyone who touches them without your consent shall have me being very crossed.

Also, thank you so much food keeping me in the loop over the Weasleys. I love Ron to death but he is not terribly regular when it comes to the post. Percy, bless him, always sends a full report every month, and promised to send me an even larger one because of the 'study' he is going to be making chasing after his older brother Bill. Ginny isn't much for writing lately, and I don't blame her. Fred and George did send me something, but since it was vibrating, I believed it was in my best interest to leave it be while their magic wore off.

In France, I've managed to convince my parents to explore a little of the local wizarding world, and it's been lovely. The aforementioned bakery, Kowalski's Bakery is run by this lovely couple who were originally American, and they have the loveliest custards. Very nice and the baker's, Queenie, loves telling me so much about American Wizarding culture. Her husband Jacob is actually a muggle, and they had to move to France to get married in the fifties if you can believe it! They have an interesting combination of magical and non-magical baked goods and my Mum adored their selection of dental-conscious charming treats.

Anyway, bakeries aside, I saw the picture in the Prophet- I've never seen so many people being so sunburned in my life. I've sent Mrs. Weasley a good recipe potion for sunscreen I found in a magical household book. Can you believe that Mrs. Weasley had a bonfire over all of Lockheart's books? I suppose if a man is willing to attack your children and leave your daughter to die, you wouldn't trust his word either. Have you kept up with his trail? Apparently, several loved ones of his victims are coming forward and are advocating him to end up in Azkaban, and that's after he pays royalties for profiting from their stories. Most of his victims have permanent damage from his memory charms.

It's disgusting to think he's was our teacher.

Hope the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is of a better sort. Anyway, I am pleased to inform you, Mister Diggory, that I have my permission slip signed. I will pay in full to our date. Also, would you wish for me to meet your parents?

~Love,

Hermione J. Granger

P.S. I think I wish to be Minister of Magic. In all our history, not a single female muggle-born witch has been Minister. I think it is ridiculous. Also, perhaps a researcher would be lovely as well. Mostly I want to make progressive policies towards our fellow sentient creatures, however. Looking into our laws I have found that the Wizarding World is horrendously behind in civil rights.

P.P.S. Would you be opposed to seeing a film when I am staying with the Weasleys? The nearby town has a small theater from what I was able to research.