So, I'm supposed to be writing to you, then. I'm not sure I really see the point in this, since it's just pretending to care about someone you don't even know, but- here we are.
I'm ready for quidditch to start. I've been ready, since it ended last term, of course. Sometimes it seems that's that only thing keeping me here. If I could skip right ahead to next summer's try-outs, I would.
Are you going to the match Saturday? The weather should make it an interesting one! I think I've been nothing but damp the last two days, so I won't mind a few more hours out in it.