I guess it's pretty obvious, but yeah. If Madam Umbritch wants to read all our post, she might as well. It's not as if I say anything very interesting when I write home. I reckon my mum likes to hear from us, though. Especially

I should have told her about the Revue. Next week, I guess. Gives me something to talk about then.

Anywiz, yeah. I do want to read the Shakespeare, and of course I'll try. But, um. It's not all schmoopy, is it? Only, I opened it up today and started reading just where I opened it, and that Benedick chap was reading this really terrible poem he'd been trying to write. I mean, that's just meant for laughs, isn't it?