Classes are okay this week, Di. School is school. You know how it is for me. There is a reason I wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw. I try, and that is what matters, right? It isn't like my grades actually matter anyway. I'm only going to debut. I simply cannot wait for the coming-out ball, sister. All the lovely dresses and the lights and the people. I imagine a ball is simply glorious. I think I want my dress to be pink. Well, pink-ish. I know I need to wear white but surely the faintest tint of pink will be fine. I do believe I'll look better in that than stark white.

I think I'll miss Hogwarts, but I think I'll enjoy the season more. I think I'll be better suited to it than classes. It will please mother at least. Maybe I'll even marry before you, sister! The thought of that alone makes me laugh. You'll have to find someone to marry soon, so I can find someone as well, without worrying about you. I truly hope this season sees you someone you might even love. I am rambling, Di, I know. It is unsightly, but I simply cannot contain myself. The season comes closer and closer. The coming out ball is in two months and fourteen days. I keep counting.

I write to you today to ask if you wish to meet this upcoming weekend. We have a trip to Hogsmeade on the 15th and I would love to see you, Di, if you have no prior plans. We could meet at the Painted Lady is you are available.