Dear AcquaViola98,
I am very happy, happy for real. I don't know how to explain it... I feel the Wrackspurts dancing Cumbia in my stomach and I would like to jump on the bed screaming for joy. Blue Boy wrote me a letter. He wrote it to me, not my brother or the boy he likes, but me! Merlin, if only these Wrackspurts could help me...
Blue Boy knew that there was going to be a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend and he asked me if I wanted to meet him to talk about Quidditch in front of a Butterbeer. I'm not stupid and I immediately said yes. I am super happy!
The only problem is that I don't know much about Quidditch. It is my brother who is an ace in these things. My best friend lent me his copy of "Quidditch through the ages" and now I have to read and study it (if I don't want to look like a boiled wrinkle, at least). Needless to say, this will also have absolute priority over Defense Against the Dark Arts tasks.
Do you think this can be considered a date?
Do I have a date with Blue Boy?
Oh... the Wrackspurts are returning to dance at the mere thought.
Did Dark Green answer you? Did he say yes?
Yours sincerely,
RiverMezzanotte07