December 31st, 1970

Dear Tonks,

"'Dromeda"? How dare you? And if I write stiffly, then your lettering is positively dreadful. I do not care what your views on status are, but I demand that you respect mine. Not only are my parents richer, more adept and teaching and caring for their children, but they also have magic, which I am afraid makes me better. Please refrain from such outlandish and crude ideas around me, for I do hate to argue with muggle-borns.

I already set the rules. Yours have become invalid, because you failed to set them before myself. The point, Mr. Tonks, of partners is so that we can split up. We could get rounds done twice as quickly, and it would be ever so much easier to avoid speaking with you. I believe, also, that "friends" are a form of acquaintance, so calling me a friend would be going against my dearest wishes and therefore acting unfriendly, which defeats the purpose of this entire debate. I believe round one goes to me, Theodore.

I was having a rather enjoyable holiday until you replied, much to my family's and my own despair. I would appreciate it most grandly if you could refrain from sending me yet another obnoxious reply. I will see you, only briefly mind you, after holidays.

Sincerely,

Andromeda Casseopia

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