* The letter *
"The owl won't be here any faster if you keep staring at the window like that." Hermione told Ron one morning, then she kissed his cheek. Ron looked at her and sighed.
"It should have been here hours ago." he exclaimed.
"Sweetheart, she's been there less than 24 hours. She's probably still trying to adjust to everything there. I'm sure we'll ge a letter from her later today, Ron." she answer as she poured some coffee in her mug. Rose and Hugo were already sat there having their breakfast.
"What if she's ashamed because she didn't get into Gryffindor? What if she got into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff? Or..." he said, then he gulped, a terrified look on his face. "Slytherin?" he said, nearly in a whisper. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.
"You're being quite melodramatic, hun. Any house would be lucky to have her." she said. Ron was about to say something when Hugo interrupted.
"An owl!" he exclaimed, pointing at the kitchen's window. Ron opened it and let the bird in. He immediately took the letter from it, causing the little bird to haul and bit his finger.
"Bloody bird!" Ron exclaimed as he opened the envelope and took out the piece of parchment.
"Is it from Belle, daddy? What does it say?" Rose asked. Ron smiled widely. He cleared his throat and started reading out loud.
"Dear mom, dad, Rosie and Hugh: You won't believe how amazing this place is! It's everything you've been telling me about and even more! The castle is incredible. The train ride was alright. Teddy wouldn't let me read my book, but that's beside the point. The boats ride was also great! I was in a small boat with Teddy and Hagrid (by the way, Hagrid says hi!). The sorting ceremony was so emotional! I knew what to expect but I was really nervous as well. Teddy got into Gryffindor. He was so happy because he wanted to be in the same house as his dad and uncle Harry, though he said he wouldn't mind that much if he was sorted into Hufflepuff like his mom. I have a new friend. His name's Adam. His mom works at the Ministry in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Her name's Amelia Weston. Maybe you know her, mom. Anyway, he's also in Gryffindor. He's really, really nice. The banquet was out of this world, dad! I ate so many treacle cakes that I had to go to bed early, so that's why I couldn't write to you. I share my bedroom with 4 other girls.
I'm sorry this is short but I gotta go to class. Miss you all so much!
Lots of love,
Belle."
Ron looked at the letter desperate. Hermione looked at him.
"She... she didn't... did I miss it? She didn't say which house she's in." Ron exclaimed.
"She's in Gryffindor, hun." Hermione said matter-of-factly. Ron looked at her, his eyes wide as plates.
"How do you know that? She never mentioned it! She said Teddy was in Gryffindor, and that new friend of hers too. But she never said which house she was sorted into!" he exclaimed. Hermione sighed, took the letter from him and turned it over. There was something else written: "PS: I'm in Gryffindor too." Hermione shook her head, smiling, and sat down as Ron kept looking at the letter, wide smile on his face. Their daughter was going to do good at Hogwarts. She was sure of that.