Michael Corner

Hi.

I just wanted to say Happy Christmas. Well, almost Christmas.

How's Ron? I mean, with his dad and all. Because I know you were spending time there. Which is okay. I mean, of course you'd want to go and be there and support him.

Do you think he's still going to have that Quidditch thing at his place?

I, uh, sent you a present. A small one. I had to wait until today to get it because it wasn't something I could get in Hogsmeade. So I hope you like it.

Well.

I should go to bed. Bitsy's probably going to wake us all up at dawn like she did when she was six or something.

But, you know, just wanted to say. Happy Christmas.

Okay.

So, let's get this straight:

Our parents are supposed to get hold of books you can't buy, to answer questions about a subject we weren't supposed to be taking, as an introduction to the books that we sort of can buy but sort of not, and they're supposed to read them before we go to school. On Saturday.

That's naff, that is. Innit?

Sue, what do your parents think? They can't be happy about it. And Weasley? After that fiasco with Lockhart's books, are they really going to get all those for all of you?

Seems bonkers to me. I mean, Miss Professor Carrow as good as said some of us are just not suited to Dark Arts, anyway.

What I don't get is why we need another subject. Or why we need all those books just for a theory class.