January 18th, 1971
Dear Ted,
My owl just ate half of your letter. I'm not kidding. I was writing about your eating habits and Nova tore the top paragraph and a half off before flying out the window. I think it might be going to my parents. Devil owl. I knew it was out to get me since I was twelve and it destroyed my Transfiguration textbook and all the homework stuck inside it. If you hear a howler, if I don't reply in three days, and if my roommates seem happy, tell Dumbledore immediately!
So, from what I had before, I will go to the kitchens with you, but if and only if Evie can come with me. I don't walk across enemy lines without at least one comrade. This does not mean we're friends. At all. Period. Do your friends even know we talk to join our dinner escapades?
I will not, however, go to Hogsmede with you. When I said my family could kill you, I was serious. I would have said yes, I really would. Evie's always chatting about going to Hogsmede with guys, and I know she will kill me when she reads this. See, the thing is, my family really is crazy. We do have a dungeon. Well, it's really just a sub-basement, but it has got stone walls and chains. I think my parents might have just done that for fun though. My second cousin Elias Burke has a tower, but I believe he uses it as a library. They will kill you. My great-great-great-etc.-Grandaunt married a muggle, Bob Hitchens, and got blasted off the tree. My great grandaunt Cedrella married that Arthur boy's dad, and she was blown off the tree. None of them had crazy sisters following this new "Dark Lord". It isn't safe.
I told you, I do not plan on following through with my "marriage". The arrangement was officially set yesterday, my mother owled me to inform me that, and this is a direct quotation, "Congratulations! Your marriage to Brutus Burke has been agreed upon for the prodigious sum of twenty-thousand galleons! I am ever so proud of you dear. We never expected you to make such a catch. Your wedding is scheduled for the summer after your seventh year. Brutus will give you the ring this summer when you meet each other." I promise you Theodore, I do not know how, but I will not marry a man I do not know.
You're afraid of the dark? That's… rather amusing. I am not sure I can keep this one quiet…
Hopefully this is enough to hold back the blackmail.
I am terribly afraid of fire. I have no excuse like you, besides that it burns things.
My sincerest wishes at your happiness,
Andromeda
Il est en fait juste un sous-sol!