Dear Amergin,
I actually talked politely to him today because you have been bugging me to since the beginning of the school year. He fell over and pretended to have a heart attack. Then when he got up, we had a civilized conversation. That is, until two of his friends decided to tease us about it. They're such prats. The third friend is cool, though (no names until the ball). Anyway, I didn't insult him even once. Are you proud of me now?
Oh, Gods. Lockheart? I had to tutor him once. He was always failing DADA, which is actually quite funny because he says he's fought all these magical creatures, but he gets almost every detail wrong.
Don't laugh at me, but the books I collected as a child were muggle books about magic. I was obsessed with magic and here I am, magic and in a magic school and everything. How… ironic. (is that the right word? I'm beginning to think… not.)
Despise you too,
(Just kidding)
Katrina
Dear Katrina,
I'm so proud of you! A civilized conversation, and all it took was nearly two months of me harassing you to do it!
Ironic was the right word for what you meant, I think, but I don't think irony is what I'd call it. More like a dream come true. Like a little orphan girl who always dreamed of being a princess, and then gets adopted by the queen. Or something like that, only less stupid…
You had to tutor Lockheart? I did, too. I almost killed myself trying to teach the little bugger how to fly. The poor kid nearly messed himself ten feet off the ground.
A week left until the big dance. It's officially too late for you to back out on me. See you there.
Abhor you,
(Kidding)
Love,
Amergin