Private Message to Dad and Mum

Hi, Dad, Mum.

I know I could send an owl, but then I'd have to find some parchment, and, yeah, no idea what I've done with the stationery box again. Somewhere in my trunk--same place half my socks get off to, I reckon. (I think the twins might've put a false bottom charm on my trunk, actually. Mum, do you know if there is such a thing? Cause, honestly, stuff gets lost in there all the time. I mean, just, poof! and it's gone.)

So, yeah. I've got loads of hours in lessons. More than ever. And people are already going mental about it being OWLs this year. I'm not fussed, though. I mean there's months and months before then, and anywiz, I've done better since Professor Carrow got repl Professor Brutka took over teaching Transfig.

I mean the only thing I might really fluff is Dark Arts (or, y'know, Noble Arts--that's what they're calling it now). Not sure how I'll get through an OWL for that, but, well-

Anywiz.

Have you heard anything from Charlie? Are we going to visit him at the preserve again at Christmas this year? It'd be really nift if we could.

Well. Hope things at home are all right since we left you with all the chores. Guess the gnomes are glad we're gone!

Your favourite son,
Ronald

One Week Down. How Many To Go?

So, yeah.

Did anyone know what the yellow stuff was at lunch? Not sure what the elves are doing down there this year, but it makes me almost miss the Turnip Tuna Surprise.

Who's up for chess tonight?