January 11th, 1971
Dear 'Dromeda,
Aw, don't hate me. I warned you what would happen. Baby, you did this all on your own. I'm glad you actually read my letter. Although, I don't know why you didn't read my list of food! That was my favourite part! It had plot, and developed characters, there was even romance! Mind you, my love affair with black pudding might not interest some, but there was Molly and Arthur too! Everyone knows there's something there, but he's too afraid to tell her. Ah well, as you said, my friends are strange. And I'll have you know you're related to Arthur! Probably Aiden too!
As for your deal, I suppose I could agree to your terms, except… Why can't you be seen with me? I mean, sure your House might not like it, but you don't get along with them anyway, do you? I've seen the way you act around them, and you don't even talk to your sisters as much as usual. You can't even call me a mudblood. What changed? I will continue to write, but you have to promise me that you'll talk to me more often than in dark corriders after hours.
Since I expect to be writing to you quite often, I propose a game. It's called the secret game. I tell you a secret, and you tell me one equally unshared. Make any sense? Here, I'll start.
I have never kissed a girl, even though Aiden and Arthur thinks I snogged Dorcas in the broom cupboard by the Defense room. I was actually helping her look for an earring she lost the night before when she was hiding from Pucey and Mulciber.
Your turn.
Your FRIEND,
Ted
Ma mère me l'a fait prendre à l'école primaire
