Marlene,

Okay. I love you, you know I do, which is why I have to ask, because holy balls Marlene, this is my FOURTH LETTER TO YOU, the previous THREE HAVE BEEN UNANSWERED what the actual fuck is going on?

I have so much to tell you, I have met so many beautiful boys in Greece, and if that doesn't get you to reply to me, I don't know what will, because I, Lily Evans, have been flirting up a storm this summer, and I know you are probably LAUGHING at that, because you have, thrice, referred to me as 'a natural cooler of sexual passion', but I will have you know that the men of Athens disagree with you on that point, my dear Marlene.

Write back and I will tell you stories. I may or may not have had an actual Encounter that I would like to officially record as my first kiss, because I REFUSE to allow, or stomach, the fact that my technical first was Peter in that game of spin the bottle, and please let's scream this from the rooftops and turrets so people will stop saying that I snogged Severus, because, first of all, I know you forbid me from speaking his name or thinking about him during this vacation but you have no say because you wont answer my letters and second of all, Sev and I are were only ever friends and I'm tired of hearing otherwise from third years I don't even know.

I feel pouty now and desperately want to speak to you so you can cheer me up. And vice versa. If you are Not Alright, and Marlene, it would be perfectly okay if you are Not Alright because of all that happened with that absolute knobhead who shall remain eternally nameless I am HERE and (obviously) want to talk about it, if you do.

This will be our year.

WRITE BACK TO ME HOLY SHIT I FEEL LIKE JAMES POTTER APPLYING THIS MUCH PERSISTENCE TO SOMEONE WHO IS CLEARLY UNINTERESTED IN MY FRIENDSHIP. haha. was that mean?

Whatever, I love you.

Love love love,

Lily