History of magic was a class where most of the students fell asleep. Even Hermione, who was arguably one of the most diligent students in her year, found it difficult to pay attention at times. Mostly due to the fact that Professor Binns droned on and on in the most monotone voice ever.

Hermione normally would have been taking notes. Even in a subject where just about everyone studied the material exclusively outside of class, she prided herself on having detailed notes of the entire lecture. No matter how boring Binns was.

Unfortunately for everyone, they were having the same lecture that they had listened to the previous day. Repeat lessons were enough to send even some of the more studious Ravenclaws to sleep. Hermione was bored out of her skull and not even notes could keep her mind from wandering.

She pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment. Harry and Ron had both nodded off towards the beginning of the lesson and were sound asleep. They shouldn't look at her note. Which was good because it would have to be in English.

Hermione had managed to learn how to say a few phrases in Bulgarian. But she hadn't yet mastered the Cyrillic alphabet. Although, that might make it easier for Viktor's friends to read over his shoulder. She should ask him about that.

Dear Viktor,

I have to admit that having Harry as our house seeker does horrible things to my nerves. I guess that I'm somewhat glad you don't go here. There's no doubt that you'd be a seeker and I doubt my nerves could handle that.

Although, I doubt you have a target painted on your back the way that Harry does. Someone jinxed his broom in the middle of the game. I think I know who, but don't want to say for a number of reasons. But I did take care of it. And Harry managed to catch the snitch.

He says that's the most important thing. I get the feeling the two of you would get on like a house on fire. Needless to say, I won't be introducing you for some time.

Hermione paused. She didn't know if she should tell him about the three-headed dog in the third floor corridor. They hadn't told anyone, but Viktor might be able to come up with some useful information.

At the very least he wouldn't mistakenly call it a Cerberus. That was the name of Hade's dog, which in some mythology had three heads and sometimes many more. It was a bit of a sore subject for Hermione who took her heritage seriously.

Thankfully for her, Harry and Ron lacked either the pretention or the intelligence to call it anything other than a three-headed dog. She wasn't sure she could have taken the strain. If Ron had tried, she was almost sure she would have punched him.

She probably could have controlled the impulse to punch Harry. He had grown up with very British muggles. They wouldn't have taught him Greek mythology at all. Especially since they seemed scare of any magic influence. He could at least claim ignorance.

Ron had grown up in a wizarding household. He had access to knowledge that Harry didn't. The fact that he didn't utilize that to its full potential irked Hermione to no end.

She supposed that growing up surrounded by magic might have made it too commonplace for him. She wouldn't have even thought such a thing possible before she met Ron. Even the Slytherins, most of who had grown up in prestigious and mysterious families, had a healthy respect for magic.

Hermione groaned and folded up her letter. She would think about it some more before deciding whether or not to tell Viktor about the dog.