Dear Teddy,
I'm on the train now. Guess who got prefect? Alison. Were you surprised? Neither. I've spent the whole train ride reading and writing this. Alison's been peering over my shoulder the whole time. Nosey.
I'm sure Hogwarts will be better this year. I'm kind of offended actually. Dad had a whole song and dance about Al leaving and then gave me this flimsy, half-hearted hug. Whatever. I wouldn't want to hug him anyway. I'm, pretty sure he hates me, though. He hasn't looked me in the eye in ages. Oh well. The feeling is mutual.
I bet he'd look you in the eye.
Lysander Scamander just winked at me as he walked past our compartment. Stupid git. He's lucky I didn't hex him on the spot.
I should get changed into my robes soon. The only people in the compartment are Alison, Hugo, Howie, Zac, Hannah and me. There's not much talking since Alison and Howie are furiously making out, Huge is half-asleep and the blonde couple are too flirty to make conversation with anybody except each other. I think if I dropped dead right now nobody would notice.
I'm starting to notice that a lot lately.
Write me when you're ready,
Lily.