(A/N: And the plot thickens. Well, not really, but keep reading anyways. Please?)
Dear Wishing for More,
It IS charity. I appreciate it and all, but I have enough money to get by until next summer. I'm not going to touch the money.
The worst thing about being grounded is my sister. She now has a boyfriend, a fat guy named Vernon. He's just as bad as her, and hates my guts probably more than Tess hates you, and for about as much reason.
I've decided we're exact opposites. You're out of the house, I'm grounded. You've got talent at something, I don't. Well, I'm alright at Potions, I guess. That's all, though. You've got magical parents who love you, mine are somehow malfunctioning. Even my mom is growing distant. It frightens me. Who will be on my side when she switches over to the dark side? Oh, and you've got money, and I don't. God, you sound perfect. (Though I hope you're not. It would make me insanely jealous, and we can't have that.)
Wow, you sound like you've fallen hard for Tess. I can't imagine loving someone like that. She's awfully mean to make rude hand gestures to your face (If she must do it, she could at least do it to your back).
Say hi to Baden for me. Is he ticklish? (Are you?)
Shit x3. My dad's coming upstairs, and judging by the shouting downstairs, he's drunk. Wish me luck.
Fun? Yeah, right.
Bored as Hell
Dear Bored as Hell,
Well, I'm not going to touch the money, either. And since it's not under my name and you have the key, its technically not mine anymore. Do with it what you wish, even if that's letting it sit and collect interest. I will, under no circumstances take it back.
Baden says hi, giggles madly (I tickled him for you), and says you're a "pitty gurly". And he doesn't take a liking to people too easily.
I want you to always know that I am at least on your side. It might not count for much, but I really care about you. I'm far from perfect, but it sounds like I'm all you got. Oh, and Baden too.
Vernon sounds like a greasy turd. He and your sister deserve each other.
If you'd like, I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow and I can get your school supplies for you. Everything but your robes, since I don't know your measures. And if it would make you feel better, you can pay me back.
Wishing for More.