(The "C.J. Hippopotamus" thing was this huge inside joke from this one night when we were in MA and Kinz's cousin or uncle or something told us to use the name in our story… I forget where the name comes from though. Also, thank you to all the people who make suggestions for the story, but I would like to point out again that we already have the whole thing written out. It is set in stone, people, and we refuse to change it.)

Professor Slughorn –

I was wondering if there was an antidote to the Pigment Potion. I can't find it in the book and I need to send the info home.

-C.J. Hippopotamus

C.J. Hippopotamus-

There is no real antidote to that potion except time. Sorry.

-Professor Slughorn

Amergin,

I'm glad you're taking such precautions with my letters. If you want, I can charm them so that you can only open them if you're the person I want it to go to. It's a weird charm…

I owled Slughorn and there's nothing anyone can do about the freckles. It sure as hell had better not be lethal, or I'll haunt you.

It was your birthday? Why didn't you tell me? I included a card, and here: Happy birthday too you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Amergin, happy birthday to you.

I say "hi" to Baden, the cute little Amergin clone!

Pouting and wishing Rissa wasn't such a muggle,

Katrina

MASQUERADE BALL

Who: Graduating Seventh Years

When: Halloween, 6:00 PM to Midnight

Why: Why not?

Everyone must be wearing a costume that includes a mask to get in: dress robes do NOT count as a costume. Doors close and food is served at 6:15. Band plays at 7:00. Must be back in dormitory by 1:00 AM.

Dear Katrina,

Did you hear about the masquerade ball for Halloween? Well, I have an incredible, super-amazing, beyond brilliant idea: We should meet there!

We could get together at the beginning with our masks on and talk and stuff, and if we feel comfortable enough with each other at the end of the night, we can take our masks off and show each other what we look like. If not, if you're still too uncomfortable with me knowing who you are, then we can leave before the unmasking at midnight. Then, either way, we can at least talk in person. Let me know what you think.

My birthday wasn't exactly eventful. Now I'm of age, at least. (Heh, I'm actually younger than you!) so now I'm allowed to do magic at home.

Baden actually looks nothing like me. He's incredibly tiny, blonde, and has green eyes. He also hates to fly (I took him out with me once and he screamed the whole time). Plus, he's a super genius.

Love,

Amergin.

P.S. I've stopped trying to erase the "love". Maybe I do mean it.