Mandee awoke to a papery smell across her nose. A letter was lying atop of it, and she yawned and snatched it up. It was a plain white envelope, laced with red hearts.

"What the heck?" Mandee said, yawning. "What is this?"

She opened up the envelope and threw it behind her, unfolding the piece of paper that was kept inside. Seeing the letter, she raised her eyebrows, and read:

"To the one I call a mystery; this is dedicated to you.... I can't believe I'm writing this, but I have to tell you, my love is true; I want to hold you in my arms, To tell you that you're safe, I want to smile and laugh with you, to see you when you awake. So please, be mine, I'll do anything, just for you to see; I love you, I want you. Signed, yours truly"

Mandee goggled at it. "Wow," She whispered to herself. "Who gave this to me?"

Nina rushed over, hearing Mandee reading a letter. "What's that?" She asked.

"It's a.. love letter." Mandee said, astonished.

"Oh, my gosh!" She squealed, and seized the letter from her, reading it. "What if Harry wrote this?"

"WHAT?" Mandee said, alarmed. "That's not Harry, I know it. Besides, Harry doesn't have feelings for me."

Nina rolled her eyes and squealed again. "This is so cute! I want to know who wrote the letters! Ask Harry. please? Please, please, please?"

"Alright, fine," Mandee groaned. "I'll ask him, but I know he didn't write them."

She hurried to get dressed, and since classes hadn't started yet, they were able to wear anything; so she slipped on a blue butterfly shirt, jeans, and some Vans, and French braided her hair before showing up to ask Harry if he had written mushy love letters to her.

"Hey, Mandee," He said, his eyes suddenly sparkling as she entered the Great Hall and sat down next to him.

"Hi," Mandee said, half-smiling. "Um. I found this when I woke up this morning. any of you know who wrote it?"

She passed it to all three, who read it to themselves hunched over the table. Hermione's face turned into a love-entranced puppy face, and Ron and Harry both narrowed their eyes.

"It's a love letter," Harry said passing it to her. "So. who's a guy mushy enough to send her one?"

"Neville's mushy," Ron suggested, grinning. "And who knows? Maybe he's quite the poet."

"That's so sweet," Hermione said, her eyes sparkling and her gaze out of place. "You're so lucky to have someone love you that much."

"Well, I don't want to take it that extreme," Mandee said. "I just want to know who wrote it."

"I'll help you find out," Harry offered, almost shyly, pretending to be looking down at his toast but really watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"Okay," Mandee said, nodding. "Then we can find out who's sending them, and if it's a joke or not."

"Well, we know it's not a joke," Ron said. "Because it's neat handwriting, and whoever the guy is obviously doesn't want you to trace his handwriting down."

"Yeah, I guess so," Mandee said, picking up the letter and putting it back in her pocket. "Whoever is writing them, though, sure is a good poet."

"So you've got a secret admirer now!" Ron said. "Right on."

Mandee laughed, denying a plate of bacon and getting up to go find Nina to tell her it obviously wasn't Harry, but as she was walking away, Harry walked up behind her.

"Hey, Mandee," Harry said. "Want to come with me and Ron to Hogsmeade? Hermione's going to be in the library, and well. We thought it'd be more fun if there were three of us."

"Sure," She replied, smiling. "I just have to go get my money from my suitcase."

"Sure," Harry shrugged. "See you."

Mandee walked back to the common room and grabbed her purse, running down the hall again and greeting Harry again in the Great Hall. "I'm all ready." Mandee said, turning around to go to Hogsmeade, just when a paper envelope fell out of her purse and onto the ground.

"Oh, no," Mandee said. "Not this again." Before Harry could see, she picked it up and shoved it into her purse. She didn't know why, but something was telling her not to show it to Harry. She assumed her conscious always was the best guide, so she went along with it. until Hogsmeade.