(A/N: Holy crap! People actually like this story::is amazed: Well, anyways, on to the next chapter. Oh, and Kinz wishes me to tell you that this story was her idea, but I would like to add that I made it awesome. . Happy reading.)

Dear Wishing For More,

At least you have the option of going school shopping with your mother. My dad terrorizes my mom into just giving me some money and letting me make my way to Diagon Alley on my own. He doesn't even let my mum give me enough money; I have to use babysitting money to buy most of the things I need for school. The busiest time is right now, and I'm grounded. I didn't get a chance to go shopping, so now I'm gonna be in deep shit with the teachers.

Mm, about your girl… well, I need more info, but I'd have to ask how you're acting around her. If you're being sweet like you are to me, (I'm hoping to God you're a guy) then I see no reason why she wouldn't like you. Otherwise… I'll let you judge for yourself. Think of how the girl would feel.

Is your aunt nice? Maybe you'll have so much fun at her house that you'll forget all about this Tess girl. Be optimistic.

Oh, and if you show these letters to anyone else, I will hunt you down and pull your spleen out through your nose. I mean it. I once punched a guy so hard he was in the hospital for a broken nose.

Cautiously,

Bored as Hell.

Dear Bored as Hell,

Well, my aunt is alright, better than my mum by far. But my cousin is the real reason I was excited about visiting. He's only three, but he's the awesomest person I've ever met. His name is Baden.

I'm actually writing you from their guest room, which is flowery and bright orange in the most tasteless of ways, but still decidedly better than my room at my own house. It's decorated floor to ceiling with trophies and medals from contests I was forced to enter and sports I hated.

I saw Tess today, and even as she flipped me off I fell more in love with her. I'm not exactly mean to Tess, but when I'm around her things just seem to come out of my mouth, unchecked. I barely even register what I'm saying, and it's apparently always the wrong thing. It doesn't help that she hates me already.

I'm sorry about your shopping situation, but maybe this will cheer you up; I've put a hundred galleons into vault 742 of Gringotts, all for you. The owl has the key.

Now, I don't want you to think of this as charity, because it's not. My family has way too much money to spend, and you really cheer me up. I look forward to your letters. You deserve this. I won't take no for an answer.

Have fun,

Wishing for More.