The Entrance Hall was packed by the time Poppy, who had decided to have a little bit of a lie in, finally emerged to put her name in the Goblet of Fire. Esther and Cass hadn't been there when she'd woken, so she assumed that they would be waiting for her in the Great Hall, having breakfast after Cass had put her name in.

Most students in the large space were wearing their school robes even though it was a Saturday, probably in an act of school pride, Poppy thought. But, she hadn't received that message, and so walked up to the goblet with a slip of parchment with her scribbled name on it, wearing a pair of jeans, a stripy white and blue top, and a yellow cardigan.

Luckily, everyone seemed distracted by some commotion at the other side of the hall so she went under the radar as she slipped her name in.

Not waiting to see the flash of light as the goblet accepted her entry, she walked straight into the Great Hall, spying her friends at the Hufflepuff table.

"Hey," she greeted, sitting with her friends who had plates filled with toast and bacon in front of them. "Done it yet?" she asked Cass, stepping over the bench to sit down.

Cass shook her head and watched Poppy grab a few pancakes. "I decided not to after all. Don't really fancy it if I'm honest."

Poppy's jaw dropped open but she closed it quickly and reached over to take the butter dish with shaking hands. She shook her head to stop herself from tearing up while she speared off some of the contents of the dish – it wasn't Cass' fault that she'd put her name down without double checking that that was still the plan.

"Alright?" Cedric asked, sitting down next to Poppy, whose heart was racing uncomfortably in her chest at the realities of her decision.

She frowned when his arm brushed hers lightly – there was no one else next to him so he hadn't needed to sit as close as he had… Give him a break, she thought to herself, you just don't like people touching you when you're overwhelmed. It was an accident.

She picked up her cutlery and began to tuck into the pancakes, which felt dry and stodgy in her throat. Unconsciously, when Cedric's arm brushed hers again, she moved her arm slightly, sending him a small smile in apology when he noticed her movement.

"Yeah, you?" Esther asked, trying not to laugh at Poppy's discomfort.

"Great actually," Cedric replied, grinning. "I just put my name in. Dad said I should go for it. I said I wasn't completely sure after all, but… well, they said it's comparatively safe, and it wouldn't be the worst thing to come back to school next year as the Hogwarts champion, would it?" he asked, as if checking their opinions. Poppy smiled and nodded and Cedric grinned at her again. "Are you going to go for it too?" he asked kindly.

But she was saved from having to answer by an owl which swooped down and landed next to the large vat of porridge in front of her. It stuck its leg out to give her a letter and a small parcel, and then put its beak into the oats and flew away, happily munching down the sticky breakfast.

Poppy recognised Charlie's writing and smiled, seeing that it was addressed to Miss Margaret Jacobs (Poppy). Rather than read it at the table she tucked the letter into her back pocket for later, and placed the parcel securely between her lower thighs – keeping it away from Cass, who was leaning slightly over the table to see what she'd received.

"Your name's Margaret?" Cedric asked, frowning.

Poppy went a little red, while her friends laughed. She knew she'd have to explain this at some point, but she hadn't thought it would be in the middle of the Great Hall at breakfast on a random Saturday. "Uh," she tried.

"I'm guessing those were from a wee fella named Charlie?" Cass said, shaking her head. "He used to call her Margaret sometimes which makes no sense, but it's cute I think. Two parcels within a day though… bit of a chancer, inne…?"

Before Poppy could argue and try to explain the name, Cedric said, "He's that older Weasley, isn't he? The one you were with this summer? I didn't realise you two were definitely an item."

Poppy's mouth fell open and she looked between everyone. "Right, no. Let's clear this up. He's not my boyfriend, we just write to each other."

"Who's not your boyfriend?" Ginny asked, turning around in her seat at the Gryffindor table and smiling.

Poppy rolled her eyes. "Your brother."

"Which one?"

"What d'you mean which one?" Esther asked with a laugh.

"Well, I do have six…" Ginny replied deadpan.

Esther grinned. "Guess then."

Ginny pursed her lips - she was friends with Poppy, not Poppy's friends - and Poppy knew that she didn't take kindly to Esther's tone. "Well," she said, "you said you just write to each other, so I'm going to discount Fred, George and Ron immediately. I can't confirm any of them can actually spell." She smiled slightly at the laughs that met her words.

"They'll kill you for that," Poppy said, shaking her head with a smile on her face.

"Yeah yeah. Well, you got along well with Bill over the summer, but I still think it's unlikely he'd write, so… I think that leaves Percy or Charlie. So... which one?"

"In the past twelve hours, Poppy has received two parcels and letters from Charlie," Esther replied, smiling at Ginny.

Ginny frowned at Poppy, who shook her head and silently pleaded with her not to say anything, so the younger girl turned to Cedric. "Did you say you entered the tournament, Cedric?" she asked, changing the subject. Cedric nodded and beamed. "Well good luck," she said, sighing. "Hope you don't die if you get it."

Cass snorted juice out of her nose and Esther pursed her lips as Ginny turned around.

"I don't like that she's got the Weasley spirit," Cedric said quietly, grabbing some bacon. "They're all too quick. Can barely keep up."

Not keen on eating much once the talk turned back to the Triwizard Tournament, Poppy retreated. She stopped by her dorm to pull on her padded jacket and then went for a long walk down to sit near Hagrid's hut.

She found a large boulder just down the lane from the Beauxbatons carriage and watched the elephant-sized winged horses for a minute before she braved the letter and parcel, butterflies tingling in her tummy.

The parcel contained a small, well worn English to French dictionary. She turned it over. It was different to any Muggle dictionary she'd seen - it was leather bound, with swirls of gold sparkling and moving across the cover, spelling out different words. When she opened it, she saw that there were magical words and phrases in there alongside the 'traditional' words. She smiled and pocketed the book in favour of the letter.

Poppy,

Did you get my other parcel? If not, let me know. The owl might have got lost. Sorry, I only just remembered and sent it in a bit of a rush.

Good news! Rahul got your letter and he told me you made it onto his 'credible application' pile. Good job. You've just got to get through the initial sifting and then I'm sure you'll shine at the interview. (Not that there's much competition.)

I've enclosed Bill's job advert for you. The process is less taxing than the one for the Sanctuary – it's only two sides of parchment so it should be a walk in the park, but he said there'll be an assessment centre in November and another in spring if you get through. They also do a much more thorough check into your school records.

Poppy smiled and looked over the additional parchment roll, which did look a lot easier to complete than the Dragon Sanctuary one. She felt incredibly lucky that she'd ended the last school year with a pipe dream of becoming an Auror, and a month into her final year she had two rather solid job leads as well.

Did you mean Cedric Diggory? Unfortunately all I really remember about him was the twins hating him... Hope you get it instead. If you want it that is… just remember, you don't always have to run towards the fight. It's your last year! Don't be too hard on yourself if you don't want to go for it.

"Where were you this morning?" she asked, shaking her head at the letter.

I spoke to my friend, Abel, who went to Beauxbatons. He said a good clear, 'Bonjour', won't go amiss. Maybe try, 'Je suis vraiment désolé, je ne parle pas français, mais je commence à apprendre. Parlez vous anglais?' He said it's a bit formal and hopelessly English, but will get you in the door. Most people on the Sanctuary speak English but I spent some time learning some of the languages to try and hold my own in conversations, so I had an old dictionary sitting around. Hope it helps - if you place your wand tip over a word it'll say it out loud for you to help with pronunciation. Sorry though, I annotated it in places so you might find some scribbles here and there.

Almost forgot to say. Abel said that even if they seem a bit nose in the air, it's just because there's a lot more discipline at Beauxbatons and they're not used to our 'lax' education system - apparently the students are perfectly nice once you get past the mildly horrified exterior.

Can't help much with the Durmstrang lot – they're a lot more international so you'll have to figure out what languages they speak and then find something in the library... no one knows where they're based either, which doesn't help. At the end of the day, I reckon they'll speak English to you if they want to talk to you at all, and then it'll be up to you to try and figure out what language to learn. And try not to take it personally if they ignore you.

See you very soon,

Charlie

Poppy frowned and reread the last line of his letter a few times, wondering why he'd said he'd see her very soon. She knew that he'd be back in England for Christmas, but she'd be staying at Hogwarts - Esther had managed to get Sprout to confirm there would be a dance during the Christmas holidays (though she'd been under strict instructions not to tell anyone else and so Poppy and Cass had been sworn to an extra layer of secrecy). She wondered if he was coming to the dance, but then shook her head – there'd be no way he'd be needed, and even in her wildest dreams she couldn't quite imagine Charlie being happy to wear either a Muggle suit or dress robes without any fuss.

"Alri' there, Poppy?" Hagrid called, waving at her from the horse enclosure, a giant bucket held in his other hand. "Want'er come meet 'em?" he asked, nodding his head towards one of the winged horses.

Poppy grinned and ran over, shoving the letter into her pocket alongside the small book. She spent some time helping Hagrid tend to the horses – feeding them buckets of single malt whisky and great big steaks (she didn't want to know where those came from), and helping to expand and muck out their enclosure which was right by the Beauxbatons carriage.

After a while Hagrid headed back to his hut to put on a pot of tea, and mere moments after he'd disappeared inside, the door to the Beauxbatons carriage opened and students filed out of the carriage to begin the long walk up to the castle.

They returned within half an hour but Hagrid still wasn't back, so Poppy summoned enough courage to greet the foreign students on her own.

She waved, grinning, and said, "Bonjour!" brightly.

One of the boys grimaced and a girl held her hand to her nose, and then they joined their fellow pupils in heading straight inside.

"You 'ave dung…" the stunning silvery-blonde haired girl Esther had pointed out at dinner said, pointing at her own hair. "In your 'air."

Poppy grimaced and reached up. Sure enough, she had a wad of dried poo on her head. "Thanks," she said, frowning as she tried to feel where it had got to. "Been wondering where the smell was coming from..."

"You like ze 'orses?" the girl asked, still standing on the stairs, her hand holding the door open. A girl with short brown hair stood waiting in the doorway, a frown on her face.

Poppy nodded. "They're gorgeous creatures. It's just a shame they have to go to the toilet."

The silvery-blonde haired girl raised an eyebrow and then retreated inside the carriage. Poppy groaned and muttered, "Shame they have to go to the toilet? Really?"

She wasn't at all phased by the fact that the girl was potentially part Veela – once she got over the initial attraction, the girl was like any other beautiful young woman to her, but she still didn't want anyone from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang to actively avoid her… And thus far she'd rather messed up - she'd stared at the girl over dinner, and now had talked about poo too much.

She stayed outside in the enclosure for the rest of the morning, as she found that Hagrid had been waylaid by an impromptu visit from Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had followed the Beauxbatons students down to the hut.

At one point Poppy noticed that a Blast-Ended Skrewt had escaped from the small cages by Hagrid's hut and was making its way towards the forest. Not wanting to interrupt Hagrid, she wrestled it back into its cage on her own. It burnt her at one point, but a light rain began and helped to ease the pain. She wrapped the burn in her cardigan and, at around three, she decided to head back to the castle for a shower and to get ready for the ceremony. Her stomach grumbled loudly and she realised that she'd completely forgotten about lunch since she was so invested in her work.

Until then, she'd been able to keep her mind off what was coming, and how she'd put her name in the goblet. But as she walked past the Beauxbatons carriage the door opened and Madame Maxime walked out followed by her mini parade of students, and the uncomfortable reality of the situation popped back into her mind.

Poppy stopped at the side of the lane to let them pass and, without thinking, stood to attention, imitating the Beauxbatons students who had stood at last night's feast when Madame Maxime had walked by. Madame Maxime raised an eyebrow as she glided past Poppy, but otherwise didn't say anything.

The silvery-blonde haired girl stopped for a moment to say, "You still 'ave dung in your 'air, at ze back? And your top… eet is… er… wet," before she joined her giggling friends again.

Poppy groaned and looked down. Her cardigan was still around her burn, and she'd opened the front of her puffy coat when she'd become hot and sweaty from the physical labour, and now it seemed that the rain had soaked through the white parts of her stripy top underneath. Sure enough, her black bra was showing. "Why me?" she asked herself, and then she made her way up to the castle to change.

She barely ate dinner that evening as she waited impatiently for the ceremony to begin. When it did, she wished it hadn't – her nerves were shot. She kept thinking that there was a chance that her name would come out of the cup, and as much as 1000 galleons could be the best thing that ever happened to her, that it would look excellent on her Auror application, and she wouldn't have to do exams that year if she was Hogwarts champion, she couldn't help feeling that the pressure of being champion would get to her. (As it already was!)

Victor Krum was announced as the Durmstrang champion and Poppy clapped and shouted along with everyone else as the boy walked off, walking slightly oddly (rather like an oversized penguin), towards the champion's chamber.

"One down," she whispered anxiously.

Seconds later, Fleur Delacour was called out as the champion for Beauxbatons and Poppy, recognising her as the silvery-blonde girl who she'd made a fool of herself in front of, clapped and called, "Bien joué," (which she'd spent the best part of ten minutes learning how to pronounce earlier). Fleur looked at her for a moment but then continued her way up to the chamber without another glance.

And then Poppy began to shake with nerves as the final champion was selected. The Hogwarts champion. But she needn't have worried, as a moment later Dumbledore called out, "Cedric Diggory!"

The ensuing noise was deafening. Poppy stood, joining Hufflepuff in screaming and shouting for their housemate. She screamed more than she normally would have, probably from the adrenaline rush and her elation that she hadn't been chosen, and absolute joy and happiness that Cedric (who actually wanted to be champion) had earned this. Later, she would understand that she was also over the moon that a fellow Hufflepuff had been picked, rather than someone from one of the other houses.

She was so excited, hugging her friends and cheering, that she didn't notice the goblet begin to spark red again until Esther grabbed her arm to get her attention. Cass was pointing over at the goblet and Dumbledore, who was watching the flame closely. Poppy held her breath for the second it took for the flame to spit out another little piece of parchment, hoping it wasn't going to have decided she had to be a champion too now…

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, and Poppy fell into a gobsmacked silence with the rest of her House, watching in silence as the young bespectacled boy she'd spent two weeks of the summer holidays with, walked up to Dumbledore and then off into the chamber that the other three champions had disappeared into.

Poppy gulped as she looked at the shocked faces of the Hufflepuffs around her.

Part of her hurt at the fact that the cup had pulled out Harry's name as well, and she knew it was selfish, but she was sad - she couldn't remember the last time a Hufflepuff had organically beat the other houses to represent the school.

But as she took her time retreating to the common room, waiting until most of the hall had emptied before she stood, she recognised how crazy this whole situation was, and how lucky she really was for her name not coming out. Of her year group, only forty something people could have been chosen from, and two of those people - Cass and Esther - definitely hadn't put their names in. Then from the year below, only a handful of people were old enough to put their names in. Which meant that Harry must have wanted this more than anything, to be able to come up with a way of tricking the goblet into thinking he was of age.

She wondered if he'd told his friends of his plans.

Joining the crowd of confused students pouring into the Great Hall, she looked for Hermione and Ginny, who knew Harry much better than she did. She caught their eyes when they were halfway up the Grand Staircase and turning to look at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Did you know?" she mouthed, and Hermione pursed her lips, while Ginny shook her head. The expressions on their faces weren't what she'd expected either. "Are you worried?" she asked, mouthing the words still, and they both nodded.

Poppy frowned. If his friends didn't know, and if Hermione hadn't helped him… if they were worried about him… She shook her head and walked off in the direction of the entrance to the common room, crossing her arms over her chest as she went, her thoughts swirling.

By the time she reached the Hufflepuff Common Room, students were telling each other that Harry was too up himself and that's why he did it. One person had a theory Harry had hoodwinked the cup to get him in (although Poppy thought that perhaps this happened as well, she didn't like the way that the boy said it - it sounded harsher than she would have put it). Another student was saying Harry was fame hungry. And another said they thought he was stealing glory from the Hufflepuffs, and asked why he even needed the extra press when he was already 'The Boy Who Lived'.

Poppy didn't know what to think. She was even more confused now that she'd thought about it more on the short walk back – she couldn't work out why Harry would want to go for it. He hadn't seemed the type who'd chase fame and fortune by breaking the rules like this (she also trusted Ginny, who had described Harry as someone who shirked this kind of attention), but then again, she'd only spent two weeks consistently in his company while they were at the Quidditch World Cup, or at The Burrow.

Which meant that she didn't really know him or his motives very well at all.

The only other thing she had to go on was her gut feeling that said, as she thought about the expression on his face when he'd walked up to Dumbledore, that perhaps this was as much a shock to Harry as it was to everyone else. Which, considering that Dumbledore had said the cup was foolproof, probably meant that he'd put his name in as a joke or something, but hadn't expected to be chosen? Unfortunately, she decided, that must have been it.

It was probably a prank gone too far, and now he was stuck in a magical contract.

Avoiding the defamatory chatter, she walked quickly to her dorm room and crawled into her bed, staring at the ceiling as she began to worry more.

"What do you think about it?" Esther asked her when she walked into the dorm an hour and a half later.

Poppy, who had been staring at the ceiling and had made no more progress in her thoughts about the situation, sighed and looked at her friends as they walked across to their beds.

"Feck off! You're asking what she thinks?" Cass asked, obviously annoyed, traipsing in after Esther. "She's hiding away in here because she knows the boyo. She probably knew he was going to put his name in, she was down at Professor Hagrid's with him all afternoon." She turned back to send an accusatory look at Poppy. "I wouldn't be surprised if Potter asked you to put his name in."

Poppy's mouth dropped open at the unfounded accusation and she sat up quickly. "What? How dare you? That's ludicrous! I don't even know him that well!" she said defensively. When Cass rolled her eyes, she added, "I really don't," and stood up now. "And I wasn't with him this afternoon, I was with the Beauxbatons' horses."

"Then why were you tense all evening?" Cass asked with a glare. "If you didn't help an underage student to-"

Poppy huffed and crossed her arms, and then interrupted Cass. "Because I put my name in and I was scared I would get it," she admitted. Esther and Cass gasped, and the anger that either one of them held dissipated immediately. "I swear, I didn't help him. We really don't know each other. Not that well at least."

Cass bit her lip and Esther walked over to gently rub Poppy's arm. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I guess it was all a bit charged out there, and,... well everyone knows you're close with his friends. I'm sorry, we shouldn't have said something like that."

"Sorry," Cass mumbled, as she began to strip off her uniform to change into a pair of pyjamas.

Esther sighed heavily at Cass' apology and asked Poppy, "When did you put your name in? I thought you'd not go for it when you found out Cass wasn't."

"This morning," Poppy admitted, sitting down heavily on her bed, "before I found out you'd not gone for it," she said, shooting Cass a defeated look.

"Cassandra," Esther scolded, and Cass let out a long groan and walked over to Poppy as she pulled on her top. She sat down and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry," Cass mumbled. "I didn't realise you were still going to do it. I thought you'd chicken out too. It didn't seem like you really wanted to anyway…"

"I said I'd do it if you did," Poppy reminded her. "And last night you said you were."

Cass sighed and nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. I just walked past it this morning and saw people putting their names in, and then the Weasley twins tried to age themselves up and they grew these massive long beards and Dumbledore sent them to the Hospital Wing and said they weren't even the first ones to try an Aging Potion, and I just said to myself, 'Cass, if people are trying to literally age themselves up to do this tournament and you're not even sure if you want to, what are you doing?' And so I decided to just get extra eggs and watch from a distance. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you in time."

"It's okay," Poppy whispered in reply, nudging Cass' shoulder with her own. "I get it. I probably should've waited and checked with you again. But on the subject of Harry, please don't accuse me of things like that. You know me."

"Potter," Cass corrected, and Poppy rolled her eyes, "I know. Sorry, I was just angry."

"It's still not fair though," Poppy replied.

"Why d'you think he put his name in then?" Esther asked, trying to change the subject.

Poppy pursed her lips, sighed deeply, and looked up at the ceiling. "I honestly don't know… It doesn't make sense really. I just can't get past the fact that he didn't tell his friend, Hermione. That's weird, right? You'd tell me if you put your name in a goblet, wouldn't you?"

Cass snorted and Esther let out a small laugh as she sat down next to Poppy. "Yes," Esther replied. "I'd tell you if I put my name in a magical goblet."

"And I'd tell you two as well," Poppy replied, raising an eyebrow to Cass, who hadn't answered.

"I mean, I would," Cass replied, looking at Poppy now. "But you just admitted that you didn't tell us."

Poppy grimaced. "That's different. Until this morning we had an agreement we'd both do it. When you said you hadn't I was terrified and scared. Also, let's be honest, I was legally allowed to do it…"

Cass smiled and rested her head against Poppy's shoulder. There was a beat of silence and then Poppy continued, "I just… I can't get my head around it. He just doesn't seem like he would put his name in unless someone else went with him… Ron must have entered too, right?"

"I know you love investigating things, but don't? Not this time. Just because I'm giving you sympathy doesn't mean I'm going to stop hating Potter for this," Cass replied, sighing. "I'd bet ten galleons the Weasley twins had something to do with it. Probably heard Cedric was going for it and decided to one up him. They just can't let it go that he caught the snitch instead of Potter last year! He apologised and everything!"

Poppy bit her lip and frowned at the floor. "Well can we have a truce on it then?" she asked defeatedly a moment later. "Because he's really not that bad, and I feel sorry for him. I really don't think-"

"Truce," Esther said, nodding and cutting across Poppy.

Poppy pursed her lips but stayed quiet. Within minutes the girls were in their beds and falling asleep, and Poppy was staring at the ceiling again, trying to stop worrying about a boy she barely knew. Even if he'd chosen this, he probably didn't think about the implications. He'd probably thought a fourteen year old would never be chosen when the cut off was seventeen.

The next day she decided to reply to Charlie's letter, and went off in search of some solitude by the lake after breakfast, sitting on the cool sandy beach.

Charles,

I know I said I'd not dob people in to you after the Ginny-possessed fiasco of 1993, but I need to break my promise.

Harry's been picked as one of the champions. I hope I'm not the first person to tell you… Has Ron said anything about it? Did Fred and George work out how to get all of their names in or something?

Cedric got the other Hogwarts slot. We're all rooting for him of course, and he's really excited, though a bit annoyed that Harry's usurped him. But then again, everyone is. (I'm a little torn if I'm honest. I haven't seen Harry yet but I just… I know you trust my 'feelings' about people which is the only reason I'm saying this, but I just don't get an 'off' feeling about Harry. I feel like this was an honest mistake or something. I don't know if I'm crazy or not. I'm just torn and worried and I don't really know where I'm going with this anymore…)

The Beauxbatons lot arrived with gigantic winged horses on my birthday. Have you seen one before? I could borrow Esther's camera and take a picture if you'd like? Hagrid let me help out with their enclosure, which was awesome. They're incredible up close, but their dung smells awful. I managed to get a whole clump in my hair and it took me half an hour to get it out of my curls and twenty more before my hair would smell okay again. It's okay, you can laugh.

She was interrupted by Harry and Hermione, who were walking down the beach by the lake – Harry seemed angry, but Hermione anxious. They stopped and Harry threw his toast into the lake, where it was scooped up by the giant squid.

"You okay?" she called out to them.

Harry turned suddenly, obviously having not noticed her but Hermione barely reacted and simply smiled and waved.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry called back, unconvincingly.

"If you need any help with anything for the tasks, let me know," she called back. She knew he'd never ask for her help, they didn't know each other well enough and it wasn't even like they knew what the tasks would be, but she thought the offer might make him feel a bit better.

"Shouldn't you be helping Cedric?" he asked, rather harshly in her opinion.

"No," she replied, trying not to smile at his attitude. "But your tone has been noted. I'll be sure to tell Charlie all about it in this letter I'm writing to him. Think I'll say, 'the tournament's already gone to his head, he thinks he can be mean with no provocation.'"

Hermione's laugh echoed across the beach and the corner of Harry's mouth twitched up.

"I didn't put my name in," he said, quietly enough that Poppy barely heard it.

She was shocked at the revelation, but she knew he didn't need her asking, 'who did then?' and so instead she said, "Yeah? Well I did. And I'm glad my name didn't come out. I'm just sorry yours did."

Harry looked a little surprised at her reply, but he didn't say anything else and awkwardly shuffled his feet, looking at the ground.

"Tell Charlie we said hi?" Hermione asked as they turned around and began to walk back to the castle, and Poppy nodded, watching as they left.

She sighed and continued her letter, crossing out most of her previous paragraph.

Correction. He's definitely worried, but don't tell him I said that. He's doing the stoic thing.

He just told me that he didn't put his name in. D'you think it was Fred and George on their own or something?

Not much else to report. I'm doing that application for Gringotts this week so will send it off soon.

Do you remember I said I didn't like Dan Fenner, Esther's boyfriend we bumped into at the World Cup? Well turns out he broke her heart over the summer, so I guess I was right to be wary.

What did you mean by 'see you very soon'? Are you coming to Hogsmeade?

Poppy

P.S. Thank you so much for the belt. It's random but perfect.