15 July, 1972

Killian,

James stopped by on his way through London with his parents. Sirius was with him, too, and they both say hello. Why hasn't James been writing to you? I thought you two got on well, even after the dungbomb incident.

I have never been so bored in my entire life. I went out to the pond a few days after the boys left and—no, I didn't cry. Stop it. Stop. Shut up; I'm allowed to miss you, you great big bollock.

I need to go back to school. I need to hear from you, okay? Please.

I don't think I'm gonna write for a while. I'm sorry.

I miss you so much.

Em