(Tee hee, fourth chapter today, and it's only one! W00t!)

Dear Wishing for More,

What did you tell Baden about me? Like I said, it had better not be anything private. I baby-sit; I know how three-year-olds can babble.

I'll be sure to tickle you (and Baden) if I ever meet you , just because you said you're ticklish. And I'm not ticklish, so there.

Ignoring boys? No boy in their right mind would approach me or piss me off. Although I don't know any hexes, I can physically fight like a guy. Not a wimpy one, either. The boy who bothers me must be in his left mind because he can't take a damn hint. The problem is that he'd never hit me back, and I have an honor code. I can't fight someone like him.

I hope you see Tess, although I can't figure out why you like her. And I can't see why she doesn't like you. Maybe if I knew who you are, I could help a bit more.

I have a question (not about Tess): Why did you answer my original letter? And why do you care so much?

I'll owl this to you as soon as I can. I'm at breakfast now.

I always forget, when does quidditch start? I hope you make the team, if you're not already on it.

Tiredly (I didn't sleep last night),

Bored as Hell.

Dear Bored as Hell,

Chill out. I barely told Baden anything, and nothing he could babble about intelligibly.

Hey, maybe you should give this guy a chance. I mean, what if he's like me? Hopelessly in love, but can never say the right thing?

I love Tess because she's smart, beautiful, witty, kind (well, to everyone but me), and maybe because she doesn't like me. It seems like every girl I meet likes me, which I don't say because I have an ego or to be narcissistic or anything. I hate it. It's all superficial. They fancy my looks, which aren't even great. Every other bloke at the school is just ugly.

I answered your original letter because I was, no pun intended, bored as hell, and also a little intrigued. I care about you because you've made me. I can't help it. You're just endearing.

Quidditch starts in a week (we had tryouts today, and I made it).

Wishing for More.