Two in one day. I feel proud, especially considering that I had a test to study for and a bunch of homework today in school, not to mention a crazy night. Happy belated Memorial Day to those of you who celebrate; consider this my gift. (I can't believe it's almost June and I've just reached the end of the Christmas holidays!)
Dear Lily,
It's ten minutes until 1978, and I'm ending my year with this letter. Sirius and I snuck into a party meant for overage wizards at a local bar; it's full of plastered wizards and hags half in the bottle. At the moment, Sirius is buddying up to a warlock who introduced himself as Slargifarc. The two of them are on their third round of "Odo the Bold but Unlucky" and sound like a couple of cats dying in an alley. I'm quite disturbed; I may never look at him the same way again.
As I've laughed my ass off watching Sirius get piss-drunk, I've come up with my resolutions for the coming year:
I will – no, I must – pass my NEWTS…
…I will decide on a career before graduation and pursue it vigilantly…
…I will continue to write you letters until the last bloody day of school…
…and I will convince you that I am mature, kind, funny, charming, and quite worthy of breeding with.
They're beginning to count down.
Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one…
HAPPY NEW YEAR, LILY!
Hope 1978's a blast for you.
—James