January 24, 1971
Dearest 'Dromeda,
You're serious? You aren't taking the mickey? We're friends now? Don't mess with me, because I just squealed a small girl in the middle of my common room. I'm far too manly to waste such a squeal. You are officially obligated to be friends, all joking aside, since you made me emasculate myself.
My name is perfectly sensible. Lots of people have same letter names. I know for a fact that our lovely Professor McGonagall has the middle name of Margaret. And three normal names are ten times better than being named after a sacrificial princess and an evil queen. So. There.
Nova had chicks! That's mad! So, does she still hate you? There's no way she could've been hormonal through the past four years. She must. Will you take me to see them next patrol? We have the astronomy tower and the seventh floor next. Please? Which reminds me: Whose owl have you been using the past few days?
Thank you for lunch! I still can't quite believe you actually came along. I mean, I know you said you would, but I can't always trust your letters. Sometimes I think it's just the Prewett boys playing a joke on me. Not that I think you're a joke! It's just; I never believed I'd actually get to talk to you. And I know what you mean about the Clearwater girl. Aiden won't shut up about her. "She's so smart. She's so pretty. I think I fancy myself in love with the bird. I wish I could snog her senseless." Honestly! I wager they'll be sucking each other's faces by next Hogsmeade weekend.
According to Vitus V. Vann (another triple-letter name)'s Dictionary for the Magical, dungeon and basement are defined as follows:
dun·geon: [duhn-juhn] noun-
A strong, dark prison or cell, usually underground, as in a medieval castle.
base·ment: [beys-muhnt] noun-
A story of a building, partly or wholly underground.
I believe this makes me right, and it also means you have a dungeon. You should know this! Your dorm room is a dungeon! Merlin, Agrippa, and Hecate! Slytherins can be so dimwitted.
I'm sorry. That was a little… insensitive. You really don't want to be a Black? I know I'm the one who was pushing this, but what about your sisters? I know you and Bellatrix were close before she left last year, and I see you and Narcissa talking all the time in the Great Hall and after class. I can't imagine being without my sisters, and they drive me insane. I have one question though. Why can't you stop being like your family? You don't have to be friends with me, or they don't have to know at least. Not until you're blasted off. Then you have to be my friend. My offer still stands. Come to my house of Easter Break if you're ready. I've already asked my mum, and Aiden and Arthur will probably show up at some point, so no one would mind. And the part about your family killing me? They wouldn't do it. If anything, you'll protect me. Bellatrix might be mad, but she loves you Meda. She won't tell anyone, and she won't let them hurt me if you truly think I should stay alive.
Oh, I know I'm brilliant. You'll really go with me? I can take you to the muggle store down past Madame Puddifoots, and we can get some of this Astronaut stuff. It's called Tang. My mum used to be tubs of the stuff back in my space phase, because of the first manned space flight. People really went into space, Andromeda! But, Tang really just tastes like sugary orange juice. You'll like it, I think.
Of course I never told the bird! My dad always says, "Never tell a girl you like her. It makes you look like an idiot." And I listen to my dad. Besides, she barely knows I exist.
I refuse to put myself through the torture of listening to your confusing hormones. "I like him. He's dreamy. What did he mean by, 'you dropped your book'? Does he like me? Blah, blah, blah." I wish you the best of luck in your boy filled dreams. End of discussion.
My turn again? Hmm…
Once, when I was little, my older cousin put me in a dress and covered me in make-up. I really looked a little girl, and my mum took pictures. Not that they still exist. Those mysteriously disappeared when I got my first girlfriend.
Your Very Best Friend,
Teddy
donjon ou non, c'est toujours étrange.