Harry, How are you?

Italy is simply amazing. Tomorrow we leave Rome and take the train to Venice. I can't wait to see the canals! Yesterday we saw the colusseum. I loved it, but Ron seemed very keen to leave. I think it might have been the pizza he ate at the street corner. He insists on stopping for food every time we see a vendor! When I say something about it, he gets all touchy. I hope we can get it together before tomorrow or that will be a long train ride indeed! Have a good Holiday!

Love From, Hermione

PS-I do hope you're staying away from my horrible cousin, Magali. She's bad news, Harry. There's something you should know...well, I really have no right, but trust me on this, Harry.

Harry, mate, How are you?

Italy's great. Well, it's alright. Hermione keeps nagging at me fro the stupidest things. For example, yesterday all I wanted to do was eat my pizza in peace, but she goes on and on about how we need to get to the colusseum in five minutes. She had a scheduel for everything! She had planned out this entire trip with no say from me. She had just informed me that tomorrow we are leaving for Venice. Lovely. Another decision that she cleverly cut me out of. Well I've got to go before I am accused of taking more than the alloted time to write my letter. Hope your holiday's been better.

Ron

PS-Hermione may be a micro-manager, but I agree with her about Magali. If she doesn't like her, it's for a reason. Trust us on this. Besides, there are tons of girls out there...like Ginny.

Harry snorted and threw the new Weasleys' letters aside. Ron and Hermione fighting over stupid stuff was nothing new. The same goes for Ron urging Harry to get back with Ginny. (What a disaster that three months was!) The warnings about Magali were a bit odd, though. He then remembered the look on Hermione's face when she saw he had been looking at Magali. Sure, Mags liked alchohol a bit too much, but he could help her through it. There were reformed alchoholics all over the place. Besides, nobody's perfect. But Magali was as close as they come; beautiful, funny, smart, fun-loving, and not a witch. The part he liked best about her. She had no idea that he was a famous wizzard and taht he defeated the most feared Dark Lord of all time, Voldemort. She hadn't even noticed his lightning-shaped scar.

He stood up from his desk and walked ovver to the kitchen, wondering what Magali was doing right now. She was probably getting ready to do something wild and crazy and tons of fun. She was just that kind of person, enjoy life while you still can. Just yesterday morning he had dropped her off at that ragtag apartment. Today he would have to go back to work. Aurors cannot afford long breaks. He downed the rest of his coffee in one big gulp and aparrated to the ministry. He would be working with Tonks today, as his usual partner, Ron, was away on honeymoon.

"Wocher, Harry!" Tonks's cheery voice greeted Harry.

"Hullo, Tonks. How's life been?" Harry replied.

"Oh, you know, can't complain. Ron and Hermione sure had a beautiful wedding, huh? Married! It makes me feel so old!"

"Yeah, well you are."

"Shut up Harry."

"I take that back, you're not half as old as Remus," Harry retorted. It was a low stab, and he knew it. For some odd reason he wanted to get Tonks back for making him think about Ron and Hermione and Magali.

Tonks glared at him. "For your information, Remus is only ten years older than me and I am very mature for my age. So unless you enjoy being able to walk, I would stop with this topic."

Harry laughed. "Fine, fine. What's on the agenda for today?"