Dear Amergin,
I wasn't thinking I would go; dances aren't really my thing, but since you asked so nicely, maybe I'll go. I'll have to make my mask/costume. We should go as the people from Phantom of the Opera – you as the phantom and me as Christine. It'll make it easier to find each other, although I'll charm my hair so you don't recognize me. We could meet by the Great Hall doors at 6, if that's okay with you.
My birthdays are never eventful. All I get is a few presents and a new thing to say when asked how old I am. I'm sure yours are more eventful than that. What did you get?
Aww, Baden sounds adorable. Maybe sometime I could meet him, next summer or something. I hate flying too, so maybe we'll get along. Although, judging by my Tranfig and Charms grades, I'm not even close to a super genious.
I shed. Don't ask.
Love (Hey, you deserve it at least once),
Katrina
Dear Katrina,
I'm not one for dances either. Mostly because I can't dance for crap, but also because I've never found a girl I'd really like to ask to go with me. Well, besides Tess, but we all know how THAT would end.
Mostly, I just got lots of candy and clean, shiny new underwear from my parents (sorry, bad mental image there. They're not really that shiny) and cool but random knick-nacks from my aunt and friends. The real prize this year was from Baden – he sent me his favorite teddy bear. His name is Mr. Huggles.
If you're still talking to me (or writing to me) this summer, Baden is coming to visit me at my London apartment every couple of days. Maybe you could, too.
What do you shed? Hair? Skin? Boyfriends? Hopefully not the latter…
Love,
Amergin