January 8th, 1971

Dearest 'Dromeda,

You showed up to rounds, which is progress. I'm afraid, loveliest Meda-dear, that you failed to talk to me, and you knew the consequences. So, here begins my detailed account of the day.

I woke up from a bad night, full of awkward dreams. From what I can remember, a Hippogriff in a fluorescent green tutu lectured me in the voice of our favorite Transfiguration teacher Professor McGonagall. I believe she informed that when one does not brush their teeth twice every day, their teeth will turn yellow and fall out. I brushed thoroughly after that.

After dressing in the usual uniform, and carefully gelling my hair, which always looks spectacular might I add, I went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Here is exactly what I ate:

4 slices of crisp bacon, one stolen from Arthur (who earned because he stole a whole egg from me)

2 eggs (I would have had three, but Arthur was mooning about Molly and felt the need to eat a lot)

3 pieces of black pudding (I know it's not healthy, but who can help it really?)

1 glass of orange juice, minus the pulp, because who actually drinks that?

8 slices of buttered toast with orange marmalade

After Breakfast, which was most satisfying, I proceeded to Transfiguration. This class was particularly awkward considering my dream, and I failed to bring my homework. I did it, but as I was finishing it last night at dinner, I spilled my tea on it and I never got the chance to rewrite it.

Herbology was next, which is conveniently my best subject. I believe I have that class with you, because I distinctly remember you screaming when bubotuber pus got on you today. Arthur laughed, but I swear I didn't! Well, not a real laugh anyway.

Potions came after Herbology, and Slughorn was eccentric as usual. Well, until Aiden Finch put a quill tip on his chair, and then he made as turn in our potions as they were, so only Mulciber actually finished.

Lunch was after potions, and seeing as I ate too much at breakfast, I only had:

2 roast beef sandwiches

3 servings of hash browns

3 glasses of pumpkin juice

1 pear

2 apples

2 slices of apple pie

1 cup of chocolate pudding

Astonishing, I know. I think I must be ill. I've never had less than four roast beef sandwiches at lunch in all seven years at this school.

After Lunch, comes Muggle Studies. I know what you're thinking, "why take Muggle Studies, Ted? You're so brilliant you could pass much harder classes," but the truth is, Meda-dear, I am lazy. It's a terrible habit, I know, but what can I do? Today we talked about Kitchen Appliances. How much do you know about Kitchen Appliances?

Next I had Defense, which we did absolutely nothing in, seeing as Quirke was taken ill again. Aiden claims it's her "time of the month", but I think she had a hot date last night and has a bad hangover.

Charms was rather violent, seeing as Arthur managed to blow not only himself up, but his entire row. I'm not sure how this is possible, considering we were reviewing Cheering Charms.

Care of Magical creatures was neither fun, nor interesting. I'm not even sure what Grumbly-Plank taught, but I did learn how to charm paper to attack Aiden.

Arithmancy. What a fowl word. I'm not entirely sure why I took it, but I hate it with the fire of a thousand white-hot suns. I really just though it would be interesting, and I suppose it's useful. Maybe I'll need it for my future and undecided career path. Oh, I hope not! I'd never get my job then. I predict I will get a Poor on the N.E.W.T.s. Merlin, I should have taken Divination instead.

After Arithmancy I had a free period, which I spent stuck in the trick stair case. I don't even know why I was on the trick staircase, because I was going to the Common Room! Maybe I was going to find Arthur. Anyway, Molly found me and pulled me out, but not before taking a skillful picture with her blasted camera.

I fell asleep during the little time I had left of free period, and inadvertently missed dinner. Ere go, I am writing this before venturing to the Kitchens for a feast. I hope you have had a lovely day, and I expect to see you (and speak to you) tonight in precisely one hour.

Yours Truly,

Ted Tonks

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