Hullo everybody! My name's Ron. Youngest of the Weasley brothers. I'm currently a first year student at Hogwarts, Gryffindor, of course, and word around the common room says that this place is the place to be! I think a few of my classmates have been around here, so say hullo them if you find them! Harry Potter is my best friend, and I've recently come to sorta-like that Hermione Granger, resident Know-It-All. She's mental, but she's all right. Anyway, I know I'm not as exciting as my brothers, and definitely not as cool as Harry. . .but feel free to send me an owl, or come say hullo :)
I can’t wait to be home. I miss everyone, believe it or not.
And I feel bad for Harry. Having to stay here, by himself. Maybe Mum would let him come with me!
Although, I’ve heard a bit of a rumor that I might not be going home at all. Dad said that if he can save up enough money, they’re going to visit Charlie in Romania.
So, I guess, we’ll see.
Ronald, round up the twins and Percy and tell me what you lot want for Christmas. Mum keeps asking me what you would want. As if I’d know! So, please, get back to me soon?
Hermione! What would you like? Mum is rather fond of you already. Reckons you’ll be a good influence on Ron. And do ask, um, Harry as well?
Thank you!
Does it matter what I tell you I want? Because we all know Mum’s just going to send me another jumper. As if I need another one.
As for Harry? I bet he’d like a jumper, actually. Doesn’t have many. Never had a Mum to make him one.
Hey Big Brother. How’s life?
Life is awesome, Ginny. Hogwarts is amazing. Plus, being friends with Harry is the coolest thing ever. You better not act all weird around him, because I want him to come over this summer, and you better not mess up everything.
How’s life with Mum and Dad?
Well, I’m glad Life is so awesome for you, Ron. Oh, is it really?! Ugh, I can’t wait until next year! THEN WE CAN GO TO SCHOOL TOGETHER! ;) *blush* I DO NOT ACT WEIRD! And I’m the only one home, so guess who’s stuck doing chores?
I hope you don’t expect to be tagging around all the time next year! You’re going to be a first year, and I’m going to be a second year. I don’t need my baby sister following me everywhere.
And you so do! You were the one begging to go on the train just to look at him!
And bad luck about the chores thing. But I hardly can imagine there are many. With the twins gone, I bet the house doesn’t get very messy, does it?
I’m basically shivering all over.
There are some seventh years hogging the fire, and Harry, Hermione, and I couldn’t get the nice, squishy chairs. So here I am, dying of coldness, wrapped in about a million blankets and sweatshirts.
Hey Big Brother. How’s life?
Life is awesome, Ginny. Hogwarts is amazing. Plus, being friends with Harry is the coolest thing ever. You better not act all weird around him, because I want him to come over this summer, and you better not mess up everything.
How’s life with Mum and Dad?
I’m not cheating on my essay! Setting fire to yours isn’t cheating on mine. You tell McGonagall I cheated, and I’ll tell her about when you snuck out and used Alohomora on a FORBIDDEN door!“Oh, I’m Hermione, and I get perfect grades and all the teachers love me because I kiss their feet and worship the ground they walk on and everyone else is inferior to me.”
I’m going to write the best Transfiguration essay ever, and it’s going to be so good that McGonagall is going to make me do the demonstration in front of the class for once.
Okay, that is not at all what I’m like.
And go right ahead and prove yourself top of the class if you think you’re so great. JUST. GO. AHEAD. AND TRY.
That’s exactly what you sound like, Hermione.
And I will! Even if it means setting fire to your essay.
No, it’s not.
And I highly doubt it.
And I swear if you come anywhere near my essay, I’ll let Professor McGonagall know about your attempt to cheat on your essay.
“Oh, I’m Hermione, and I get perfect grades and all the teachers love me because I kiss their feet and worship the ground they walk on and everyone else is inferior to me.”
I’m going to write the best Transfiguration essay ever, and it’s going to be so good that McGonagall is going to make me do the demonstration in front of the class for once.
Okay, that is not at all what I’m like.
And go right ahead and prove yourself top of the class if you think you’re so great. JUST. GO. AHEAD. AND TRY.
That’s exactly what you sound like, Hermione.
And I will! Even if it means setting fire to your essay.
Mental, she is.
Can’t recognize a good joke when it dances naked in front of her with nothing but one of those silly little sailor hats on.
I have a feeling I’m not getting homework help tonight.
You guess correctly.
Unless you apologize.
Which is in your favor.
Since the Transfiguration essay is due tomorrow and you know that Professor McGonagall doesn’t accept late work.
What? You think I can’t write a Transfiguration essay on my own? What do you think I did before I talked to you?
Oh, I know you can, but I know that you happen to get better marks with my help. But if you’re so sure that you don’t need my help feel free to keep your apology to yourself. Your choice.
“Oh, I’m Hermione, and I get perfect grades and all the teachers love me because I kiss their feet and worship the ground they walk on and everyone else is inferior to me.”
I’m going to write the best Transfiguration essay ever, and it’s going to be so good that McGonagall is going to make me do the demonstration in front of the class for once.
Mental, she is.
Can’t recognize a good joke when it dances naked in front of her with nothing but one of those silly little sailor hats on.
I have a feeling I’m not getting homework help tonight.
You guess correctly.
Unless you apologize.
Which is in your favor.
Since the Transfiguration essay is due tomorrow and you know that Professor McGonagall doesn’t accept late work.
What? You think I can’t write a Transfiguration essay on my own? What do you think I did before I talked to you?
Mental, she is.
Can’t recognize a good joke when it dances naked in front of her with nothing but one of those silly little sailor hats on.
I have a feeling I’m not getting homework help tonight.
