Chapter Thirty-Three - Flutters
He had to admit it made his hart flutter a little, the moment he saw the owl heading to his direction.
Dear Harry,
I am glad to hear that your sorting ceremony was as joyful as you describe it. Mine was, as always, a bit gloom.
Did you enjoy the song of the Sorting Hat this year? Honestly, I find it quite preposterous that Hogwarts lets a hat announce such excessive claims, and quite rude. From year 1, I have held a personal grudge for such a rubbish piece of clothing. That it is even considered an item is just… well it infuriates me. It somehow manages to put me in a malagrugrous mood Every Single Year. And do not even get me started on the Hogwarts anthem. Every year we have to sing that appalling song, even after the impressive introductions by Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. That Durmstrang walk up was quite the scene I must admit. Sometimes, I still think about it.
Then again, I always sing perfectly on pitch, so I can't for the life of me imagine that I create such a horrid atmosphere when everyone sings. Now that I think about it, it feels quite fitting that it is your atrocious singing that brings the Hogwarts song to such low levels. This is quite the claim, and I need more evidence. Will you sing it for me once at the lake? I am certain I will be proven correct.
Hopefully, your first week will fly by and I will not see you at the lake. Which courses are you following?
Your friend,
Draco
Hi Draco,
Took you long enough to reply to my letter. Then again, I learned over the summer your studying is almost as terrible as Hermione, so I guess I should have known what I signed up for.
But for the love of God, Draco, even your studying pompous you cannot use words as "malagrugrous", what does that even mean? This ancient vocabulary is exactly why I cannot believe that you hate the Sorting Hat. That Hat is so ancient and magical, how could you not admire that. I must admit though, you are right that his songs are not very musical… though they are full of morals and lessons, it is kind of creepy and no one really ever understands them. Hermione keeps trying to point out how much the Hat is stressing that all houses should collaborate and stuff. Can you imagine Gryffindor and Slytherin not being in an endless rivalry?! It would be nice. It would mean you and I might have been friends, acquaintance, mates, friends earlier...
By the way, I am not going to sing for you! You go first, as though I am not surprised, I will only believe you can sing "on pitch" if I hear it.
Anyways, I dropped divination (finally), luckily McGonagall accepted this since I am getting outside of the curriculum lessons from Snape (occlumentie stuff), its sort of extra Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons. I need it. But you may be very happy to hear that Snape decided that my extra free hours means I can also take up extra potion lessons (ughh). He somehow cannot belief I can be this incompetent.
As you know, a week without at least three lake night is not possible. Any recommendations for tomorrow's tea? I wish that for once not to be completely hated the moment I arrive with my carefully picked tea.
Your friend as well,
Harry