Hamlet, Macbeth. I've always loved Twelfth Night, probably because of the multiple identities. Hits close to my heart. I think I wrote home to tell you about the reaction the other students had during first year when I still had a little bit of the French accent? It seems you get mobile numbers no matter where we go or what face you're wearing, Uncle Sirius.
Hermione would give you that look right now if she were here. You also had Uncle Remus helping you. Though, I've made some friends already. At least one. He's in my year.
I think she may be from after the war, which means time here is... off? So we're from her past and she's from our future. And I don't know. We've been talking though.
[Uncle Sirius] I don't hate downtime but it isn't right. Everyone back home is risking their lives. I'm supposed to be out there... Downtime. Time to prepare. And try and fix my wand. A better night's sleep is a good start, then.