Dear Daddy,
Again, thanks for your letter. They always cheer me up if I'm having a bad day. Today wasn't the best. I got lost on my way to Divination and ran into peeves. He poured a gallon of grape juice on my head. I do like the color purple, but I wasn't too happy to be it. Plus it was sticky. Now if it had been orange juice it wouldn't be too bad. Orange juice is a happier color. Don't you think so?
I'm glad to hear things are going so well with the Quibbler. Hermione Granger said it was rubish. I don't know what's wrong with her. She's so narrow minded. Harry Potter didn't seem to think it was too bad though. When we were riding on the train to Hogwarts he seemed interested in reading it. I haven't seen them since them. I saw Ronald walking in the corridors and went to say hi. He must have remembered something important he had to do because he ran away in the opposite dirrection.
Daddy, are you sure that there is such a thing as crumple-horned snorkacks? I was talking to some of the other Ravenclaws today and they all said that it was a bunch of rubbish.
Luna