(Okay, guys, I'm going to try and finish this tonight. Only a few more chapters, but I'm going to have to take a break to watch Lost. Charlie Pace plays the bass! W00t!)
Dear Amergin,
Where did you get your name? It's interesting and I know it's not your real name. I told you where mine came from (the hurricane registry), so where's yours from?
You think I know a lot about the Marauders? I don't. They play pranks on everybody, including me. They're all annoying as hell, especially Potter and Black. Remus is cool, and I don't have an opinion on Pettigrew, except that he reminds me of a rat. In both ways: physically and mentally. Think Remus'd help me with essays? He's a genius…
Lockhart was such a pain in the arse. He was always bragging about things I bet he never did and never will do. He's going to end up in St. Mungo's someday, I swear it.
Of course I wouldn't back out. I keep my word (to people I care about, anyways). I'm actually looking forward to it, which is weird because a month ago I'd be dreading showing you who I am. Actually, I'm still dreading it, but slightly less so. At least I'll show you, if you show me who you are at the same time.
Four days!
Katrina the Hurricane.
Dear Katrina,
Amergin is a Celtic name meaning "poet". It was actually almost my real name, until my parents realized the only nicknames that could come of it were "Amy" and "Ginny".
Are potter and Black really all that terrible? Some of the things they do are actually pretty funny. Like the time they gave Slughorn the jinxed toffee and his teeth were neon blue for a week? You have to admit Slughorn deserved it, and it was funny to see him get what was coming to him. I guess they can be a little over the top sometimes, though. What have they done to you?
I think Lockhart belongs in St. Mungo's now. Better safe than sorry, right?
I've been looking forward to the ball ever since you agreed to go with me. Only three more days…
Love,
Amergin the Poet