February 14th, 1969

Dear Ted,

I think I might be okay. I might not stop crying for a while, and I'm still not going to talk to the guys or you for a little while, but you're right. I can make it through this.

Thank you for talking to Cissy for me. She came and talked to me last night when everyone else was asleep. I think that might be the last time I ever talk to her. She said she would miss me, and that she loves me. I asked her to run away, Ted, but she wouldn't. She's too afraid. She's too dependent. I'm worried about her.

I think that Bellatrix did it. Not really in person, but there was this piece of clothes on my sock drawer. There's a nail that sticks out on the left side of it, and I think that it might be part of a pillowcase. I feel really bad saying it, but I think Fowl might have done it. He really is an awful elf, most of my families are, but they don't exactly treat him right, do they? Anyway, I think Bella has suspected something was up for quite some time. I stopped writing her ages ago. The worst part: I don't know how to get revenge on a two-and-a-half-foot house elf!

I told Sirius earlier today. I expected him to cry like he used to when he was little. He actually just smiled, told me to write, and then promised to do the same as soon as he had the money. I'm so proud of him, so long as doesn't let my aunt and uncle catch on. He's a smart boy, that one. I haven't heard from Regulus yet, but I sent him a letter, and I think Sirius did too.

Evie and I are talking again. She's still a little mad, and I'm still a little scared, but we're friends again. Not that we ever weren't, it's just awful hard to carry on a friendship without speaking.

I am going to stay in the Slytherin dorms. I put up protective charms on my bed each night, just in case, but I figure the best idea is to try and hold my head a little high. You know, prove to them that I'm still a Slytherin and proud, just not a blood-purist.

As for you, don't you dare get yourself hurt on my account! I don't need one of my best friends going and getting his face bashed in because some dumb boys are spreading rumors! I know you're skilled in muggle fighting and jinxes and the like, but these boys are heartless. They wouldn't play fair like you would, and they certainly wouldn't regret using illegal spells. Don't do it, Teddy. Don't get yourself hurt. Please!

Really? Tell your mum how grateful I am, please! It means so much to me that she would do this, when she hasn't even met me. I don't need to live there, Teddy. I can make it on my own. If I pass the right N.E. I can become a Healer, and then I can buy my own flat. Honest.

Questions. Right.

I've always been rather fond of a good roast, with potatoes and carrots, but I really do eat anything. Except for fish. I absolutely hate fish, and my sisters always said it was inhuman. Tell her my favourite dessert is yours. I don't want to intrude.

I can braid hair. French braid, fish bone braid, Edwardian braids, Dutch braids, Waterfall braids, and Grecian braids. I cannot, however, make a bun to save my life. Appropriate answer?

I have a few dolls, I think. I haven't seen them in a long while, but I suppose they're still in the playroom. I'll bring one or two, if I can. I've always wanted to play house. Bella always played such awful games with dolls…

Thanks so much Ted, for everything.

Your friend,

Meda

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