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Hi Harry, are you there?
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Dear Harry
I'm glad that you're still safely away from Hogwarts, and seem to be safe staying in your tent and enjoying some freedom and rest and relaxation after working so hard at school and on the Finnegan's farm. I'm guessing from the time that's passed since your last message that you've already left to catch the bus back to where you're planning to stay tonight. I should be glad that you've left early enough to travel safely but I'm sorry that I've missed you, and I'm sorry that you're feeling lonely. Hopefully you'll be here soon and we can get you enrolled in school so you can make plenty of friends your age.
I meant to ask, did you get a copy of your transcript from Scoil Draiocht and does it look enough like a nonmagical school transcript to use for enrolment here somewhere. Otherwise, we will have to ask for you to test out of the grades you've already worked ahead for, but be prepared for that not to work with history, geography or any classes you've taken on Government or politics since the school is going to want you to catch up on learning the American versions no matter how much British and Irish history geography or politics you've learned, that will apply to some sports as well but I don't think that you'll have to repeat any of those classes.
The last few days have been quiet for me too, I haven't heard from Mom or Ethel, Daniel or her friends so I'm hoping the fact they haven't felt the need to try to contact me is a good sign but I'm a little worried that nobody has answered the phone any of the times I've tried to call. I'm not old enough to be considered her designated next of kin, Ethel is, so the hospital wouldn't call me if she's been admitted, and there's no point ringing the hospitals around our neighbourhood because they wouldn't give out information to a random caller. I know that I'm not yours either, and won't be able to be even if you're living here in a flat with me which worries me. Both the thought that you could be hurt now and I wouldn't hear about it until you're well enough to get to a library to contact me, and the fact that once you're here you won't have any designated next of kin and the hospital would have to call in CPS, who would then investigate where you were living and we could both end up in foster care.
That's not a reason for me not to move in with you. I'm fairly sure that the foster system would be okay with me moving back into Dabney house where I've been living without incident for years, rather than trying to house a genius within walking distance of Caltech. But they wouldn't care if you were placed outside of the school district and had to change schools. In fact, once it was established that we were not related they would probably be keen to separate us. I'm not sure which off us would be considered to be the bad influence on the other but as the younger you'd probably be considered to need protecting from me and I would not be allowed to contact you.
I don't know how I feel about inviting Ethan to move into a flat with us. I think that I'd like you to meet him and see if you like him and how he reacts to our friendship before I asked him, and he'd have the same issues with the extra cost as I do his scholarship covers the cost of living on campus. On one hand he's two and a half years older than me and it would add some safety having someone that looks like a young adult living with us, on the other hand all the things you said about me being old enough to fit in with the house this year are actually true for Ethan. He's still seventeen and not old enough to legally have sex but he looks the same age as most of the new students and having been at college for several years now gives him the confidence to act like he's older than he is. We're spending less time together these days as he spends more time with the rest of the house partying. I don't mind it, I have a lot of work to do and our classes aren't so similar anymore either, and it isn't like I want to spend time getting drunk and making an idiot of myself. I think that I've been the sober observer of college shenanigans for too long to feel comfortable taking part. Especially as I know that I will always remember them.
In 1945, the government had to suppress a Batman comic about him fighting an evil scientist splitting the atom, before the Manhattan project actually succeeded in doing so. I don't know if rumours of the project leaked or someone just had too good an imagination.
Your friend always
Spencer
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