December 25th, 1970

Dear 'Dromeda,

You write awful stiff, you know that? I know you told, or rather ordered, that I shouldn't reply, but you did verbally attack me. Speaking of, what's this "Considering my status" nonsense? I believe that my status is merely "single" or "middle class" or even "alive". Seeing as you're two out of three of these, you could only mean my parentage, which is much healthier than yours! I mean, look at your sisters! Your parents have more problems than mine, baby.

I think we need to set some rules. We patrol together. Not in the same corridor, but together. If you don't want to talk to me, that's splendid, but I have every right to talk to you. I won't call you an acquaintance, but since you never said I couldn't, I reserve the right to call you "friend". Ha! Thought you had me there, didn't you.

On the off chance you actually read this whole letter and didn't burn it, Merry Christmas! I really would like to actually talk to you sometime, blood purity or not. See ya' at school!

You Friend,

Ted Thomas Tonks

Impur et fier

See? I speak French too.