September 1st, 1888
Uncle Orlando,
I regret to inform you that it is official: I shall be taking after Uncle Andren forthwith. Expect to receive letters about all the hijinx I get up to, and resign yourself to my budding quidditch career now.
I jest of course, but I am indeed in Hufflepuff! I was rather saddened to be sorted separately from Sirius Black (expected) and Cousin Flora (less expected), but I trust in the Sorting Hat's decision, and part of me thought I might be a badger anyways. I write this in my new dormitory(!), where most of us seem too excited to sleep properly. I shall go to the owlry after breakfast tomorrow to send it. I shall have to find out where it is.
Please give my news—and my love—to Uncle Andren and Aunt Delia.
Sincerely,
Rex