Dear Lily,
I am writing this very late, but only because I had a very hard time leaving the common room – we won the match against Slytherin today. Bloody good thing, too – the vile, despicable, purely evil and loathsome Slytherin that I've mentioned in previous letters had seemed convinced his house would win. Which was a bollocks opinion, anyways, as I doubt he could even tell which ball was the Quaffle if you shoved it up his…. Right, moving on.
Sirius managed to smuggle in some Firewhiskey for the after party, but I saw you glaring at me, so I reached for a butterbeer instead, holding it up in your direction so you could see that it was, presumably, innocent (actually, I just switched the labels when you weren't looking). Only had one, though. The rest were butterbeer, I think, but then again, Sirius kept saying something about someone being "sloshed, bloody sloshed" although I couldn't hear him well, so I'm not sure who he was talking about… Hmm… Hope you are well. Were with Wilkes tonight… Bloody…
The dormitory is spinning? Isn't that nice? I think so. ...Oo, Remus has just come in, and he's spinning too! Oh…he says he's going to take the letter away. 's not very nice. …He looks angry…
G'night