Dear mum and dad,
I'm a Gryffindor! I knew I would be, but still. I didn't have to fight a troll-
Dear Ronniekins believed it, bless his innocent soul.
Fred! Get off, write your own letter!
He's not Fred, I am! Honestly, you've lived with us your whole life, one would think one would know one's brother by this time.
One would, wouldn't one?
Go away! You bloody- Sorry mum.
They're gone now. Where was I? Right. So, on the train I met Harry Potter! Can you believe it? We're friends, seeing as he and I both got sorted into Gryffindor. And he really does have that scar shaped like a lightning bolt! He's lived with his muggle family all this time, in Surrey, I think. He doesn't seem to know a whole lot about being a wizard, though, didn't even know what Quidditch was!
Oh, and guess who else was sorted into Gryffindor? Draco Malfoy! I'm not kidding, the whole Hall went really quiet, and then he started arguing with the hat until McGonagall made him sit down so the sorting could continue. Would barely eat, and grumbled the whole night. Harry tried talking to him a few times, and I think maybe Malfoy said something back, but I can't be sure. I don't speak Slytherin. Still, is it possible the sorting hat was wrong, dad? Has that ever happened?
It's weird having him in Gryffindor, but Harry says he feels sorry for him. When I asked him why, he said that all Malfoy's friends are probably in a different house and his family might disown him, and everyone keeps staring at him. I'm afraid Harry's going to want to 'adopt' him…
Anyway, that makes 5 boys and 3 girls in our year in Gryffindor; me, Harry, Malfoy, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and Hermione Granger. She's a weird one that last one. Harry and I met her on the train, and she insulted Scabbers!
I have to go now, but I'll write later!
Love,
Ron