Letter 3
Dear Tom
It's Christmas eve and the past week has been the first time in ages that Hogwarts looked almost normal again. The elves have decorated all the corridors and draped tinsel all over the banisters. There are twelve Christmas trees again in the great hall, thanks to Hagrid. All the suits of armour are singing again and Peeves is still filling the silences when they can't remember the words with rude things. This year the rude things are all about the Carrows. We all egg him on.
I know you weren't much in to festivities, but did you love Christmas at Hogwarts? You can't have had many great Christmases at the orphanage. Or did you hate Christmas at Hogwarts too? You had nobody to give you presents; unless of course some of the followers you called friends gave you things. Still, I can't imagine you could possibly hate Christmas at Hogwarts.
I'm with my family now. I suppose I don't want to be around the Carrows, but I miss Luna and the others. It's also good to see all the family again; I always worry these days that every goodbye will be the last I say to one of them. Bill and Fleur are here. Fleur doesn't get on well with aunt Muriel. Aunt Muriel keeps telling her what to do and she can't stand it. She even told Fleur that the way she was wearing her hair the other day made her look untidy and ragged. Fleur is very proud of her looks; so she was so very angry that I thought she was going to curse Muriel.
This is the first Christmas in ages I haven't seen Ron and Harry. I miss them so much. I wonder where they are and what the hell they're doing.
I would love to know how Christmas used to be in your time. Was Hogwarts just the same as always? Of course I don't really hope you'll answer these letters, but sometimes I wish I had asked you some more questions when I was writing in your diary. I wonder if you got caught under the mistletoe often.
Anyway, I see that it's past midnight now, so merry Christmas.
I love you, and goodnight.
Ginny