So Marcus asked me out to the next Hogsmeade weekend and I said yes. If it goes well, we'll move in together after I take my NEWTs.
Did I manage to make you stop thinking about Quidditch for ten seconds?
Anyway, I got Dad to owl me these from home along with the butterscotch cookies he sent me a few days ago. They're stars because I know that you're going to be stellar. Celestial. Cosmic. Galatic.