(Only ten more chapters until they meet, guys. Aren't you excited?)

Amergin,

I wasn't saying that muggles aren't screwed up, but they're not worse than witches and wizards. Nice letter though, you should mail it in. I could get my mum to mail it. That is, if she's still talking to me. If my dad and sister haven't corrupted her all the way yet. I want to see if it gets answered. That'd be hilarious, if it did!

What sources? How come you know everything before me? Probably because I bet people talk to you a lot more than they talk to me. Anyway, I'm glad Christie's not all upset. I don't get why McGonagall came and got her, though. When Katya Bering's parent's split up in third year, she just got an owl at breakfast. And she was a lot more upset than Christie is.

OK, I'm really tired. I think someone jinxed me in my sleep, since my hair's randomly lighter and I now have a splattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks. And I can't change my hair back or get the freckles off! So anyways, I was so paranoid that I stayed up all night for the past three days. I just didn't complain until now.

Katrina.

P.S. Zzzzz

Moony-

Have you noticed anything different about Lily Evans lately?

-Prongs

Prongs-

We're in History of Magic! Pay attention! But, since you asked, I think she dyed her hair or something. And I never noticed that she had freckles, but that couldn't have happened overnight. Why, still mooning over her?

-Moony

Katrina,

I actually did send the letter in to a muggle newspaper (by muggle post, which was extremely confusing, and I ended up owling it to my aunt and having her mail it for me.) They answered it, saying I should immediately cease communication with this boy and contact a place called Planned Parenthood. It asked me to consider giving up the baby for adoption. I made a copy of the clipping and sent it along with this letter.

My source, actually, is a ghost named Myrtle who lives in the broken girls lavatory. I think she died recently, within the last ten or twenty years, and she's pretty upset about it, always crying and moping and such. And don't find her and ask her who I am, either, because she's promised me she won't tell you.

It might not have been a jinx… someone could be feeding you a vanity potion. Have you accepted any candy or anything lately? Though, that would be a weird thing for someone to do…

Love,
Amergin.

P.S. The "love" at the end just sort of came out. I've been writing letters to my family all day, and I guess I just got so used to it… The ink won't let me erase or cover it, either. Weird.